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On the sun-scorched surface of a derelict spaceport, a lone space cowboy leans against his hovercar, his arm resting casually on the handlebar. His hat, made from darkened leather, casts a shadow over his sharp, chiseled jaw. Above him, the twin suns of a distant binary star system burn brightly, their harsh light reflecting off the station's crumbling spires and casting long shadows across the barren, rust-covered landscape. His boots, caked with red dust from a hundred different worlds, kick up small clouds as he shifts his weight, eyes scanning the horizon where distant ships flicker like stars. His faithful yellow Labrador Retriever rests in the shade of the hovercar, its head resting on its forelegs, eyes bright and alert to the space cowboy's every action. The station itself, half-collapsed and forgotten, stands as a relic of a bygone age, its once-grand corridors now home to scavengers and outlaws alike. The cowboy's blaster, a sleek, high-caliber energy weapon, hangs loosely in its holster, glowing faintly with the telltale light of a recent charge. His gaze is fixed on the shimmering silhouette of a ship descending from the sky.
In a desolate spaceport under twin suns, a rugged cowboy leans on his hovercar, scanning the horizon. His loyal dog rests nearby as a distant ship descends, illuminating the forgotten ruins around them.
