At the heart of the space station’s control room, a thin nordic cavewoman with c

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At the heart of the space station’s control room, a thin nordic cavewoman with curly blonde pixie cut hair shaved on one side stands before an alien control panel embedded in the wall, its surface covered in glowing, shifting symbols. She wears a torn and ragged shawl around her shoulders and rags around her waist as she places her hands cautiously on the console, fingers tracing strange patterns that ripple beneath her touch. The holographic interface responds to her in unexpected ways, flashing intricate constellations and planetary diagrams as if recognizing her. Captured from low angle, the control panel seems to stretch endlessly upward, while bright cyan and magenta light cascades over her skin. Mist swirls around her feet, reacting to her movements like it is alive. A faint vibration hums through the walls.

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