A stunning 27-year-old woman stands close to the camera in a commanding pose

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A stunning 27-year-old woman stands close to the camera in a commanding pose, her Slavic features sharpened by high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and pale, translucent skin with a faint metallic sheen. Her sleek, straight hair flows back into vibrant lime-green tips, shimmering subtly against the desolate backdrop. Piercing blue eyes framed by smoky metallic makeup lock onto the viewer, radiating both human depth and cybernetic precision. She is clad in glossy white latex interwoven with vibrant bio-plastic inlays of neon pink, cyan, and deep violet, glistening like liquid glass. Her limbs are replaced with sleek chrome prosthetics, every joint and servo intricately exposed, while her chest reveals a beating human heart encased in bio-glass, its glowing capillaries pulsing with an eerie rhythm. In her hands, she wields a piece of cyber weaponry, its design sleek and futuristic, accented by faintly glowing energy channels. The setting is a ruined city, its skeletal structures half-buried in golden sand that stretches endlessly across the horizon. Crumbling skyscrapers lean at precarious angles, their metallic frameworks exposed beneath layers of corrosion and dust. Shattered vehicles and scattered debris are partially buried in the dunes, blending into the landscape of decay. The air is thick with swirling particles of sand, illuminated by harsh rays of sunlight piercing through a dense, stormy haze. Behind her, a colossal mech looms in the ruins—a biomechanical beast with jagged, interlocking parts and a wolf-like maw frozen mid-snarl. Its metallic teeth and glowing red sensors cut through the dusty air, evoking both power and menace. The mech's dormant form blends into the broken skyline, a relic of a bygone age of war. This ultra-realistic 4K composition captures every detail: the glint of bio-plastic in the harsh sunlight, the intricate mechanics of the prosthetics, the shifting dunes, and the haunting stillness of the city lost to time. Together, they weave

A stunning 27-year-old woman stands close to the camera in a commanding pose, her Slavic features sharpened by high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and pale, translucent skin with a faint metallic sheen. Her sleek, straight hair flows back into vibrant lime-green tips, shimmering subtly against the desolate backdrop. Piercing blue eyes framed by smoky metallic makeup lock onto the viewer, radiating both human depth and cybernetic precision. She is clad in glossy white latex interwoven with vibrant bio-plastic inlays of neon pink, cyan, and deep violet, glistening like liquid glass. Her limbs are replaced with sleek chrome prosthetics, every joint and servo intricately exposed, while her chest reveals a beating human heart encased in bio-glass, its glowing capillaries pulsing with an eerie rhythm. In her hands, she wields a piece of cyber weaponry, its design sleek and futuristic, accented by faintly glowing energy channels. The setting is a ruined city, its skeletal structures half-buried in golden sand that stretches endlessly across the horizon. Crumbling skyscrapers lean at precarious angles, their metallic frameworks exposed beneath layers of corrosion and dust. Shattered vehicles and scattered debris are partially buried in the dunes, blending into the landscape of decay. The air is thick with swirling particles of sand, illuminated by harsh rays of sunlight piercing through a dense, stormy haze. Behind her, a colossal mech looms in the ruins—a biomechanical beast with jagged, interlocking parts and a wolf-like maw frozen mid-snarl. Its metallic teeth and glowing red sensors cut through the dusty air, evoking both power and menace. The mech's dormant form blends into the broken skyline, a relic of a bygone age of war. This ultra-realistic 4K composition captures every detail: the glint of bio-plastic in the harsh sunlight, the intricate mechanics of the prosthetics, the shifting dunes, and the haunting stillness of the city lost to time. Together, they weave

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