A cyberpunk female operative enhanced with high-tier cyberware, seated in a dimly lit industrial room, head down, arms trembling, visibly drained. Her eyes glow faintly, projecting fragmented holographic UI panels around her — ghost interfaces from the extranet still flickering mid-air. Her body shows signs of long-term integration stress: exposed neural links, burnt-out ports, and glitching implants under her synthetic skin. She’s half-present — lost between the real world and the cyber dimension, digital glitches distorting the air around her. Her environment reflects her burnout: screens full of static, leaking cables, soft neon reflections off cold metal walls. Brutally realistic lighting, cinematic shadow play, photorealistic cyberpunk dystopia, emotional tension, detailed textures, 8K ultra-quality.