In the neon- lit labyrinth of Neo- Victoria City, a gothic teenager emerges from the shadows of a dystopian metropolis, framed by the towering, jagged spires of skyscrapers and the tangled web of pulsating holographic advertisements that blanket the skyline. The scene unfolds during the pitch- black hours of the night, under a blanket of synthetic fog that obscures the stars and moon, casting the cityscape into an oppressive, artificial twilight. The teenager, known as Lyra, is a striking figure of dark rebellion against the gleaming, hyper- modern city. Her attire is a chaotic blend of high- tech and gothic elements—an oversized, tattered leather trench coat adorned with digital patches and luminescent circuitry, which flickers intermittently with a cold, eerie blue light. Beneath it, she wears a shredded mesh top, with glowing tattoos of archaic symbols snaking across her pale skin, which contrasts sharply with the dark urban environment. Her face is partially obscured by a sleek, reflective visor that displays a shifting array of neon patterns, while her sharp, metallic piercings and dyed, raven- black hair frame her strikingly pale face, accentuating her piercing, violet eyes that gleam with a defiant intensity. In one hand, she wields a modified, cybernetic staff, crafted from a blend of antique metal and advanced composites. The staff is adorned with blinking data nodes and holographic projections of arcane sigils, resonating with an otherworldly hum. In her other hand, she clutches a worn, high- tech satchel—its surface covered in cryptic graffiti and embedded with flickering LED strips—heavy with the weight of mysterious, unauthorized tech contraband and forbidden knowledge. The ground beneath her is strewn with remnants of a once- thriving street market now fallen into decay—broken vendor stalls, shattered neon signs, and scattered debris that tell tales of the city's crumbling order. Amidst the detritus, the smoldering remains of a recent skirmish flicker with the dim glow of burning refuse, adding to the sense of unrest. Surrounding Lyra are the towering, monolithic skyscrapers of Neo- Victoria, their facades streaked with grime and illuminated by the constant barrage of flashing advertisements and surveillance drones. The cityscape is a chaotic juxtaposition of sleek glass and steel, with graffiti- scarred walls and crumbling infrastructure that reflect the underbelly of the high- tech society. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smog, ozone, and the metallic tang of machinery, mingled with the heavy humidity of an artificial climate controlled by the city’s central systems. In the background, a once- grand but now dilapidated gothic- style skyscraper looms partially collapsed, its ornate façade marred by decades of neglect and the ravages of time. The remnants of a holographic display cascade down its side, projecting distorted, fragmented images of a past era, now lost in the relentless march of technological progress. The city is eerily silent, save for the distant hum of machinery and the occasional distant cry of a robotic drone, as if the very soul of Neo- Victoria has been subsumed by its relentless pursuit of modernization. This scene captures the gothic teenager Lyra as a symbol of rebellion and dark allure in a world where the old and the new clash violently. The fusion of gothic aesthetics and cyberpunk elements creates a striking image of individuality and defiance amidst a sprawling, impersonal cityscape