Samus Aran - v4.15

S@mvsSfm,Dt@1lr, A young warrior stands ankle-deep in a tide of wilted cherry blossoms, each petal lit by the same sickly viridian light that leaks from above. Her armor—jagged plates of oxidized emerald alloy and tarnished dark silver—looks grown rather than forged, seams pulsing like veins. Metallic cables, torn from the husk of a fallen robotic beast, coil around her calves and thighs like petrified serpents. Her shaved scalp is a canvas of luminous green circuitry, the lines faintly flickering in sync with the armor’s heartbeat. Cold, predatory eyes catch the light; the rest of her face is carved from shadow. Behind her, the decaying industrial ruin dissolves into a soft, nauseating bokeh, leaving only the crisp, unsettling fusion of flesh and machine in focus. (Amazing! World Design! Awesome! Composition! Masterclass!)