Prompt:
The story of a man and a woman meeting.
They are standing behind a blazing fire, on the ground, opposite each other, looking into each other's eyes. On an unknown planet. They are from different worlds. They met by chance at the "crossroads of worlds" - a small, little-known planet.
They look different.
He, a man, of Nordic appearance, from a technogenic world, a man of 45 years old. He has short graying hair, sticking out, old stubble on his face. Where spacepunk, cyberpunk reigns. His whole appearance testifies to this. Various technical devices are attached to his body.
Behind him, a SPACESHIP, at a short distance, his brutal, like himself, just as battered on the star routes. A pronounced technogenic appearance of the ship in the spirit of the Star Wars series.
She, a woman. Of European appearance. Soft, gentle, graceful, refined, affectionate as a cat. Very beautiful. 30 years old, with long hair, skillfully styled in an elegant hairstyle on her head, so as not to get in the way, with an artful brooch. She is very slender and athletic, her pilot's jumpsuit flows around her magnificent figure. Her beautiful slanted eyes, an aristocratic face of the European type. Plump sensual lips. Excellent posture. Behind her stands her ship, as graceful as its owner. These two are sitting under a strange starry sky with galaxies and bright stars. And only the light of the stars illuminates the world. A bright fire is reflected in the eyes and hearts.
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