Bathed in the intermittent flicker of a lone streetlight, a young woman with platinum hair stands frozen, her delicate outline fractured by compression artifacts and frozen motion blur that ripple across her form like a buffering video stuck in time. Her eyes, wide with quiet contemplation, shimmer faintly beneath layered digital distortions that slice horizontally and vertically through her visage. Partially pixelated and warped, her profile warps under bands of glitchy interference, with RGB color separation bleeding subtle hues of cyan and magenta along her flowing strands of hair. The composition tightly crops the figure against a pitch-black background that pulses with faint, moiré static, giving the impression of an analog CRT screen struggling to maintain signal integrity. The grainy texture overlays scan lines and pixel noise, enhancing the tactile sensation of decaying digital media. The atmosphere resonates with a haunting fusion of cyberpunk melancholy and existential alienation, evoking themes of identity loss and suspended existence within corrupted data streams.