末世賽博格女戰士駕駛機械長頸鹿

Monochrome with color, the vast expanse of a post-apocalyptic desert stretches to the horizon, the sands glowing faintly in the green light of a dying sun. A colossal mech, shaped like a long-legged giraffe with sleek, alien lines, strides slowly across the dunes. Its legs are impossibly thin but strong, each step creating deep impressions in the sand. Mounted atop its back is a small observation platform where a lone pilot, a rugged cyborg woman, watches the horizon. Her face is weathered but stunning, her bronze skin glowing faintly with embedded circuitry. Her piercing emerald eyes scan the horizon, augmented with targeting displays. She wears a patchwork scarf that billows in the wind, her hand gripping the controls of a massive railgun mounted on the mech’s side. The mech itself is silent except for the soft hiss of hydraulics, and the only sound is the distant howl of the desert wind. Far in the distance, an ancient ruined city shimmers in the heat, a faint promise of shelter in the endless wasteland.