Here’s a variation of your original prompt, maintaining the evocative cybernetic tone but shifting some elements to add nuance: In the muted haze of ultraviolet light drifting from fractured panels overhead, a woman of polished obsidian skin lounges atop a hovering platform upholstered with iridescent, memory-responsive fabric. Her form shifts subtly, as if the material beneath her adapts to her every movement. The smooth, liquid-black surface of her body gleams faintly, revealing faint constellations of circuitry etched along her limbs, flickering with the pulse of sapphire and emerald luminescence. Beneath her sleek exterior, shimmering streams of bioluminescent plasma surge through translucent veins, glowing softly along her joints and spine like secret rivers of light. The air hums with a low-frequency resonance, as though her very presence harmonizes with the circuitry hidden within the room's walls. A lattice of delicate copper wires coils around her wrists and ankles, trailing like ornamental jewelry, subtly conducting energy back into her body. Encircling her throat, a band of liquid glass shifts with a radiant sheen, housing a single, ever-changing light that oscillates between cool violet and deep amber—a visual heartbeat of some unknown code. Her eyes, glowing with a serene topaz hue, seem lost in reverie, yet they carry the weight of untold knowledge, inviting curiosity yet withholding clarity. Her fingertips glide lazily across a sleek control interface embedded in the platform, tracing patterns that summon fragmented holographic glyphs—symbols that flicker briefly in the air before dissolving into static. The scent of ionized air mingles with hints of exotic, synthetic spice, lingering like the distant memory of something both familiar and foreign. Each movement she makes—calculated yet languid—suggests purpose beyond idle relaxation, as if she exists in a constant dance between presence and potential. A living enigma wrapped in elegance, she embodies the delicate balance between creation and control, machine and muse, waiting for those bold enough to decode her mystery.