"Picture from my cyberpunk fanfiction about Somnambula — The Private Eye and Cybersphinx. Nothing is related to Cyberpunk 2077, really.
Back to the point: Somnambula is working on a case and things not going well. She is alone and collapsed. No perspectives in rainy, polluted metropolis, where everyone forgot how looks bright sky, covered by gigantic pyramids and obelisks.
Even Bearer of Hope needs… a support. Miserable, little pony, alone among millions of foggy souls of depressive citizens. There is no more place for technicolor smiles.
* *** The picture shows more universal fragment of street, not looking very SF, but I wanted to create cyberpunk strongly related to our reality, where super-duper technology is not always the most important thing. Here the perspective is still odd: ancient pony in noir trench and walking on modern, neglacted street. What the hay?