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arafed image of a white woman in a futuristic suit with a spaceship in the background, movie art, in front of an orange background, inspired by Robert McGinnis, female protagonist, megastructure in the background, portrait of an ai astronaut, astronauts, an astronaut, portrait of a astronaut skeletor, perfect android girl, detailed eyes, perfectly detailed teeth, the heart of a ship, a spacious chamber where sleek consoles hum with silent purpose. Walls rise in graceful arcs, forged from alloys unknown to Earthly forges, Their surface shimmers with an iridescence akin to abalone shell—shades of midnight blue tinged with soft violets, The ceiling arches high like a cathedral's dome, transparent quartz allowing stargazers unobstructed views into the cosmos, abyss; stars winking back as if recognizing their observer, Amidst this grandeur, chairs designed for both comfort and function sit before control panels. Screens cast their glow on surfaces that reflect light as though they dreamt once to be mirrors—etchings carved into them revealing intricate patterns reminiscent of celestial motifs, Soft luminescence emanates from fixtures cleverly hidden so only their radiance is evident—a gentle illumination that suggests dawn perpetually on the cusp of breaking, frank franzzeta and sakimichan,

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