Prompt:

A sprawling neon-lit recycling plant hums under a smog-choked cyberpunk skyline, where towering industrial vats glow with molten metal, transforming decommissioned firearms and war machines into sleek, advanced prosthetics. The air shimmers with heat distortion and the electric buzz of overhead UV strip lights, casting an eerie violet and cyan glow over the scene. Workers in grime-streaked exo-suits operate massive hydraulic presses, their faces illuminated by the pulsating radiance of molten steel as it pours into intricate limb molds. Scattered across the factory floor, discarded weapon parts—twisted barrels, shattered scopes—pile like metallic skeletons, while robotic arms weld polished carbon-fiber joints with precision. The centerpiece is a half-formed prosthetic arm, its skeletal frame still glowing orange-hot, suspended in a cooling chamber as neon advertisements for "Phoenix Limbs: Reborn from War" flicker on nearby screens. Steam hisses from vents, mingling with the synthetic scent of ozone and burning oil, while distant thunder rumbles through the steel rafters, completing the dystopian yet hopeful atmosphere of destruction turned into renewal.