Neon Shadows: Cyborg Bazaar - Flux.1 schnell

In a dimly lit alleyway, a gaunt figure with exposed circuitry and glowing cybernetic eyes crouches beside a makeshift stall. The vendor, a hunched cyborg with a patchwork of mismatched metal limbs, examines a handful of sparking neural implants. Neon signs cast a sickly green and purple glow over the scene, reflecting off puddles of oily water. Towering skyscrapers loom overhead, their facades adorned with massive, malfunctioning video screens. Holographic advertisements flicker and distort, casting eerie shadows. Tangles of cables and wires hang like cybernetic vines from rusted fire escapes. In the background, a hovering drone with a cracked lens surveys the transaction. Steam rises from nearby vents, mingling with the acrid smoke of burning e-waste. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and decay. A discarded robotic arm twitches in a pile of corroded scrap, its fingers grasping at nothing. The entire scene is bathed in a hazy, electric blue atmosphere, punctuated by sharp streaks of neon pink and acid yellow.