A neon-lit cyberpunk izakaya with holographic koi swimming through the air, cherry blossom petals frozen mid-fall, rain streaking down paper lanterns, anime aesthetic with volumetric fog

A vast library built inside a hollow mountain, spiral staircases carved into the rock walls reaching impossible heights, books floating in mid-air like constellations, soft amber light emanating from crystalline formations, ancient knowledge whispers echoing through stone corridors

A 24-hour ramen shop at the edge of a dying city, steam rising from copper cauldrons into cracked skylights where stars flicker through pollution. Salarymen asleep at counters, their dreams pooling in soy sauce dishes. The owner — ageless — stirs broth that has been simmering for decades. Neon signs outside buzzing half-dead, advertising prices from another era. The concrete floor worn smooth by decades of foot traffic. A radio plays static that occasionally resolves into music from before the collapse.