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A cybernetic woman stands close to the camera, her face a striking fusion of technology and flesh, entirely covered by a transparent polyethylene bag. Beneath the plastic, her cyber-implant features are revealed: a face composed of intricate mechanical parts, with a sharp, angular jawline and teeth resembling menacing fangs. Her glowing eyes pierce through the translucent cover, exuding an eerie, otherworldly intensity, while a metallic nose piercing adds a touch of raw edge to her look. The setting is a dimly lit studio, its walls and floor draped in chaotic sheets of polyethylene. Wires snake through the scene, dangling from above and sprawling across the ground, creating a tangled, dystopian atmosphere. The space feels both sterile and industrial, with faint glimmers of light reflecting off the glossy surfaces. A visceral detail disrupts the synthetic harmony: sticky, vibrant mandarin juice slowly drips down her body, its vivid orange hue starkly contrasting the cold, metallic tones of her appearance and the environment. The juice smears across her cybernetic skin, adding a visceral, organic element to her otherwise mechanized presence, as if nature itself is resisting her transformation.
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A cybernetic woman stands close to the camera, her face a striking fusion of technology and flesh, entirely covered by a transparent polyethylene bag. Beneath the plastic, her cyber-implant features are revealed: a face composed of intricate mechanical parts, with a sharp, angular jawline and teeth resembling menacing fangs. Her glowing eyes pierce through the translucent cover, exuding an eerie, otherworldly intensity, while a metallic nose piercing adds a touch of raw edge to her look.
The setting is a dimly lit studio, its walls and floor draped in chaotic sheets of polyethylene. Wires snake through the scene, dangling from above and sprawling across the ground, creating a tangled, dystopian atmosphere. The space feels both sterile and industrial, with faint glimmers of light reflecting off the glossy surfaces.
A visceral detail disrupts the synthetic harmony: sticky, vibrant mandarin juice slowly drips down her body, its vivid orange hue starkly contrasting the cold, metallic tones of her appearance and the environment. The juice smears across her cybernetic skin, adding a visceral, organic element to her otherwise mechanized presence, as if nature itself is resisting her transformation.
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