cyberpunk 2077 style in the heart of a worn hangar, prometheus stands tall, his rugged face illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. his 35 year old eyes sparkle with a warm endearment as he gazes out at the old aircraft, now transformed into a makeshift workshop. a half finished wooden propeller lies on a nearby workbench, surrounded by tools and scraps of metal, while prometheus' own hands, worn from years of toil, cradle a gleaming copper sphere. the atmosphere is one of quiet contentment, as if the titan has finally found his calling among the dusty relics of flight. in this moment, his rebellious spirit seems tempered by a deep sense of purpose, and his presence radiates an aura of gentle wisdom. futuristic city, neon aesthetics, narrative choices, rpg elements