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    The Matrix, but All Characters are Cats – In the stark, green- tinged office hallway, a sleek black cat in a tiny trench coat leaps gracefully into the air, dodging bullets that streak past in slow motion. Its feline body twists with impossible precision, each bullet leaving a rippling distortion in the air behind it. The suited agents—tall, imposing tabby cats with dark sunglasses perched on their whiskered noses—stand at the end of the hall, their paws gripping tiny pistols with perfectly steady aim. The walls are a sterile, fluorescent- lit white, but faint scratch marks and tufts of fur litter the floor, revealing the battle that has already taken place. As the airborne cat completes its mid- air spin, its emerald- green eyes flash with defiance, reflecting the binary code subtly scrolling across the glassy floor beneath it. The scene is frozen in time, a moment of impossible elegance and absurd feline grace. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader- FLUX- V0. 2:0. 5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0. 7>

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