Chica cibernética corriendo por un páramo neón en ruinas

*A lone **half-cybernetic girl** (12-14 years old, one glowing synthetic eye, patchwork robotic limbs, tattered futuristic cloak) **sprints through the skeletal remains of a post-nuclear metropolis**, her breath ragged under a toxic orange sky. Clutched in her augmented hands is a **pulsing, arcane data cartridge**—its surface etched with alien glyphs, emitting an eerie **bioluminescent blue glow** that casts jagged shadows on the cracked pavement. The air hums with static; **abandoned holographic billboards flicker warnings in dead languages**. Behind her, **three towering humanoid enforcer-bots** (rusted exoskeletons, single red sensor eyes, wielding plasma batons) **lumber into view from the smog**, their joint servos whirring with predatory intent. The girl **dodges a collapsing skyscraper beam**, her cybernetic leg sparking as she leaps over a **pool of irradiated sludge** where **mutated mechanical rats** scuttle. In the distance, the **hulking silhouette of a fallen war mech** looms, its cockpit still smoldering—**a silent monument to the war that ended the world**. **Style:** *Hyper-detailed cyberpunk dystopia* (blend of *Blade Runner 2049*’s neon noir + *Nier: Automata*’s poetic decay + *Mad Max*’s brutalist ruins). **Lighting:** Stark contrasts—**harsh neon blues** from the cartridge vs. **sickly green radiation haze**. **Mood:** *Desperate, cinematic, hauntingly beautiful*—the last human spark in a machine-dominated wasteland.