sometimes jagged prompts

5 months ago

In the heart of a dystopian cyberpunk city, a blonde woman dances alone in a rain-soaked alley lit by flickering neon. Her face is smeared with makeup, and her techwear bodysuit is torn in places, revealing glowing circuit tattoos beneath. She’s barefoot on wet concrete, surrounded by trash, steam vents, and holographic graffiti glitching on the walls. Her dance is wild and unpredictable—glitchy, erratic, full of manic energy and sudden, graceful turns. Her limbs move like they’re controlled by static or electricity, sometimes fluid, sometimes jagged, as if her nervous system is syncing to some private, digital beat. There’s no one watching. No music but what plays in her head. Behind her, buzzing ads flash in every language. Drone lights flicker overhead. The city breathes around her, uncaring. The atmosphere is electric, raw, and intimate. The camera is handheld, spinning around her, zooming in and out erratically, pulsing in time with her fragmented, beautiful madness. A dance of chaos, freedom, and digital solitude.