Prompt:
In the hollow wreck of a derelict orbital station, a lone astronaut-engineer braces against the control dais of a reactor core that should be dead, yet still throbs faintly with half-life. His figure is framed medium-close, but pulled low and back so that towering conduits and drifting wreckage engulf him. The environment is cavernous, a vast chamber of warped plating and fractured panels suspended in zero gravity. Cables trail like arteries, shards of glass and twisted struts drift in slow orbit. The man is dwarfed by it all, yet he is the only force of will still moving. His body leans into the master lever, gloves locked tight, tendons visible through the pressure suit as he strains against inertia and the drag of floating debris. Frost has bloomed over metal edges, haloing him in crystalline dust. Sparks drip like embers from coils overhead, their reflections splintering across his visor. His stance is reclamation—torso bent, arms rigid, shoulders braced against an environment that whispers collapse. Every detail reads the weight of time: fabric frayed where years of micro-impacts have chewed, console edges rounded by wear, conduits bowed and groaning. Yet his posture makes clear: entropy is not sovereign here. The scale of machinery is immense, cavernous; the figure nearly breaks beneath it, but does not yield. His faceplate reflects faint reactor light, caught between the possibility of reawakening or final extinguishing. This is not storm versus man, but time versus resolve. The void yawns, the wreck drifts, the decades whisper surrender. Yet still he braces, one figure holding the line between total ruin and renewal.
--mod heroic framing, --mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod scale monumental, --mod lighting kinetic, --mod entropy wreckage, --mod orbital debris drift, --mod crystalline frost halo, --mod ember sparks, --mod lever strain posture, --mod derelict machinery sprawl, --mod extreme low angle frame
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