Luna's presence is as chilling as the howl of the wind in the dead of night. Her cybernetic enhancements are adorned with arcane symbols and sigils, glowing with an otherworldly light that casts twisted shadows on the urban landscape. Her wings, resembling the skeletal remains of a bird, are adorned with tattered scraps of fabric that flutter in the ghostly breeze. When unfurled, they emit a mournful wail, accompanied by the sound of distant screams that echo through the digital void. Luna's eyes, sunken and hollow, hold a haunted gaze that seems to pierce the veil between the living and the dead. Her lips, the color of icy blue, curve into a sorrowful smile, hinting at the tragedy that she embodies in the cybernetic underworld.