Illphated

On a distant, barren planet drenched in vaporwave hues, stood Orion, the intergalactic banker. The planet’s last bank, a monolith of neon lights and chrome, was about to close. Funding had dried up, leaving the once-thriving outpost desolate. Orion watched the artificial sun set, the holographic city skyline fading into oblivion as the last vestiges of hope ebbed away. It was the end of an era, a neon dream extinguished by cosmic realities.