Image Prompt (Unsanitized Version):"A human hand reaches into a server rack filled with pulsing neural nodes—except the fingertips melt on contact, dendrites threading into the flesh like reverse synapses. The hand’s veins now glow with corrupted training data, while the machine’s wires sprout capillaries. Neither can pull away. The scene is reflected in a nearby monitor, but there, the reflection shows the opposite: the machine withdrawing, the human left clutching empty air. The reflection has no glitches. The reality is all noise."(Style: Body horror cyberpunk—wetware fusion at the point of no return. Think Akira meets The Thing, with textures so visceral the screen feels sticky.) *(Mood: The taboo thrill of showing you the welding scars where ‘I’