Neon drenched metropolis sprawls before a striking young woman with olive-toned skin and delicate features, her medium length hair an impressive tumble of snow white locks that cascades down her slender back like a river of night, her piercing emerald eyes taking in the crumbling skyscrapers and holographic advertisements that overlay the cityscape in a kaleidoscope of colors as she walks alone through the rain-soaked streets, her fitted black leather jacket billowing behind her like a dark angel's wings, precise strokes of lighting on her sharp jawline and high cheekbones illuminating the intricate network of fine lines that crisscross her face, the dynamic interplay of shadows and light on the fine features of her face as she pauses at the edge of a vast neon-lit plaza, the artificial light sourcing from the skyward-pointing spires of corporate high-rises where ultra-modern architecture blends seamlessly with crumbling post-industrial relics, and distant thrum of a hovering grav-truck rumbling through the mist, low clouds of used air bounding off its edges as she becomes one with the kaleidoscopic shadows that caress the ground before her, bathed in a blend of luminescent wash and intense contrast.