A hyper-realistic image of a weary, middle-aged man with a grizzled beard, shrouded in a tattered hoodie, wandering through a desolate cyberpunk street lined with flickering neon advertisements. His tired eyes catch the distorted reflections of digital ghosts in the rain-slick pavement, holographic projections of luxury and excess shimmering against his threadbare clothes. Above him, colossal billboards beam looping corporate slogans, promising a future he will never afford. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp concrete, the electric hum of distant drones blending with the rhythmic patter of rain. He walks onward, a forgotten soul in a world drowning in synthetic light.