A man in a trench coat and fedora strolls down a rain-soaked street, followed closely by a car with headlights cutting through the mist; reminiscent of Ben Templesmith's work, the scene is steeped in a noir cyberpunk atmosphere with a modern neo-figurative style. The environment is awash with an oversaturated palette, the gritty textures blending into a blurred and grainy low-res aesthetic. Intentionally exaggerated features define the man—elongated silhouette, a long neck, and limbs that seem to waver into the surreal, casting shadows that dance wildly on the wet pavement. His face carries a haunting expression, one eye partially closed, lips twisted into a mysterious smirk, yet there’s an unsettling beauty in the flawed anatomy. The street scene becomes a collage of disfigured reality, with elements of kitsch and distortion. Sidewalk reflections reveal brief flashes of grotesque mutations, indistinct forms that suggest multiple limbs and misplaced hands. The car’s reflection appears warped in the puddles, echoing with jittery, low-quality jpeg artifacts, framing this eerie narrative in a dreamscape of black and white, occasionally disrupted by an errant splash of color. The distant cityscape is a blur, punctuated by neon glows, hinting at a dissonant world beyond the frame.