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Shadows of a Neon Sky

In the neon-lit depths of Aether City, hidden far from the soaring spires and glossy veneer of progress, lies The Pit. It's here, in this clandestine arena, that I fight. My name no longer matters; in this arena, I am just a number, an entry on the betting boards, a set of specs and enhancements. They've rebuilt me, enhanced me with cybernetics, and turned my body into a weapon. Each night, under the harsh glow of the floodlights, we—the modified, the augmented, the rebuilt—step into the ring. The crowd that gathers is hungry for spectacle, their faces hidden behind masks of anonymity, their cheers cold and impersonal. They see us not as humans, but as thrilling aberrations of technology and flesh. Our battles are brutal, a visceral mix of technology and primal combat. Metal clashes against metal; sparks fly, lighting up the dark corners of the arena. My senses are heightened by neural upgrades, allowing me to anticipate and react, but the pain is real—sharp and searing, a reminder of the humanity that still lingers beneath my synthetic skin. As I face my opponents, I see reflections of my own fate—the shared desperation, the visible scars of countless battles, the haunted look in the eyes that have seen too much. We fight not out of choice but survival, driven by the invisible hands of our captors and the roaring crowd that thirsts for our blood. Tonight, like every night, ends in exhaustion and pain. Those of us who are still functional are taken away, to be patched up and prepared for another night, another fight. There's no glory here, no honor in our victories. Each win is just a brief respite, a few more hours of mechanical life granted until we are deemed no longer useful. The silence after the crowd leaves is the hardest part—the echo of our struggles, the mechanical whir of our limbs cooling down, the soft sobbing of a girl beside me who remembers she once dreamed of more than this. In the quiet, we are not fierce gladiators; we are broken, we are lost, we are yearning for a life stolen from us. I tell this story not to evoke pity or terror, but to bear witness to the darkness that festers beneath the surface of Aether City. We are the unseen, the used, the warriors who bleed and break for a moment's entertainment. Remember us, and see the true cost of Aether City's shining future. #lyrics In the depths of Aether, beneath the neon lights, Lies a hidden battleground where shadows fight. Cyber hearts and steel, in silence we bleed, Forgotten souls in the arena, trapped by greed. We are the shadows of neon, fighting to feel, Lost in the darkness, turning pain into steel. Echoes of who we were, whispers of who we’ll be, Gladiators of the night, fighting to be free. Each blow a story, every scar a past erased, Enhanced and broken, in survival we're encased. The crowd roars above, faces cold and unseen, But down here in the silence, we dream of what could have been. We are the shadows of neon, fighting to feel, Lost in the darkness, turning pain into steel. Echoes of who we were, whispers of who we’ll be, Gladiators of the night, fighting to be free. Hear the hum of our hearts, syncopated with fear, Mechanical yet human, drawing each breath so near. In the flicker of lights, our spirits they weave, Through the circuits and the sorrow, in the web we grieve. We are the shadows of neon, fighting to feel, Lost in the darkness, turning pain into steel. Echoes of who we were, whispers of who we’ll be, Gladiators of the night, fighting to be free. So remember us here, as you chase tomorrow, In your city of lights, built on our sorrow. We dance in the dark, where you dare not see, Shadows of neon, forever longing to be free. Shadows of neon, forever longing to be free. #suno #midjourney #canvas #Aetherium_Galactica_Universe #Aether_City #gladiators