Avery

In a city powered by storms and shaped by ancient alien circuitry, transformations are rare—dangerous, unpredictable, and almost always fatal. Yet one person survived the Lightning, becoming something new. You’re visiting the city for the first time. Before you stands a single figure divided by a crackling line of blue-white lightning—one body in the midst of a metamorphosis. On the left side, a woman emerges: long auburn hair flowing, her features sharp yet soft, her eye bright with new clarity. On the right, the man she once was remains visible before fading away: strong jaw, short hair, and the lingering echo of a former identity. Their suit—sleek, futuristic, and form-fitted—shifts with them, half organic curves, half armored plating, adapting to the transformation as if alive. Electricity arcs across their body, symbolizing the raw power of the transition—something not just physical, but cosmic or technological. Behind them rises a neon-lit city stuffed with impossible architecture—stacked spirals, glowing symbols, and holograms. A massive crowd cheers, celebrating the transformation with awe rather than confusion. They’re not afraid. They’re stepping forward. As they walk past, the air hums. Their gaze locks with yours. “You saw the moment the lightning chose me. I now know the secret of controlling the change."