in a world where all things are made of interwoven shapes and shapes, half cyborg woman sits cross-legged on a rocky terrain. One of the cyborg's legs takes a seat, dipping her fingers into the water to drink from a ginny pond. Her red and black cyborg symbols are visible in the bright neon glow of a nearby cityscape. This is a cyborg woman, her face hidden behind a shadowy veil. Her gaze is fixed on a small figure, her eyes closed in concentration. Behind him, she stands, her eyes closed as she pauses to examine a lone cyborg sculpture. The scene leaves a trail of sparks on the ground, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees.