Neon Wings of Lost Souls

In a sprawling cyberpunk metropolis, a flickering holographic butterfly flutters amidst a chaotic backdrop of neon lights and electric storms, its iridescent wings shimmering in hues of electric blue and vibrant magenta. The air crackles with energy as lost souls, their forms translucent and ethereal, drift aimlessly through the rain-soaked streets, illuminated by the pulsating glow of towering digital billboards. The butterfly, a beacon of hope, weaves gracefully through the chaos, trailing a faint luminescent aura that casts shadows on the slick pavement. Around them, towering skyscrapers loom, adorned with glitching advertisements and tangled wires, while the distant hum of machinery resonates like a heartbeat. The atmosphere is thick with a sense of urgency and longing, as the souls, dressed in tattered remnants of a forgotten era, reach out toward the butterfly, their expressions a mixture of despair and yearning, caught in the electric chaos of a world that never sleeps.