The woman, sharp and pristine in a green suit and tilted hat, looks like she stepped out of a noir film, but the world around her is falling apart. Beside her, a man’s face is half-melted into a collage of chaotic colors, his expression a mix of calm and ruin, a ghost caught between eras. Above them, bright, abstract panels drip and glitch, flickering like broken memories in some neon-soaked dystopia. A green-faced figure looms from a vertical frame, ominous and fragmented, with the word "VILE" screaming in red—more a command than a description. It’s the retro future where nostalgia has been hijacked, everything a garbled mess of polished style and malfunctioning technology. They’re trapped in a world that’s trying to remember itself but failing spectacularly.