The Prometheus Drop

Astronaut in High-Tech Suit Over Molten Landscape

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  The Prometheus Drop
  
  Model: AIVision
  
  Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)
  
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  Prompt: A futuristic soldier-spy, clad in matte-black armor and tactical webbing, launches himself from the yawning hatch of a personal dropship, backlit by the fury of a molten planet below. His parachute pack is folded tight, rigid with deployment tension, as his body arcs downward in a pose between control and surrender—limbs extended, core taut, expression hidden behind a chromed visor lit by ember reflection. The spacecraft is only barely visible—a suggestion of steel and thrust lines—dwarfed by the gravity of the man’s descent. Beneath him, the lava fields burn like a living map of catastrophe, streaked with incandescent veins that radiate light and danger. Atmospheric turbulence distorts the air around him; heat shimmer warps his outline like a mirage falling. His silhouette, isolated in frame, captures a mythic singularity—the leap before fate. Light blooms at his back. Fire defines his edge. Above him, nothing. Below him, judgment. --mod cinematic angle, --mod dramatic lighting, --mod glowing embers, --mod aerial perspective, --mod heroic pose, --mod futuristic armor, --mod high-altitude descent, --mod reflected firelight, --mod alien sky, --mod volcanic terrain, --mod solo figure, --mod visored helmet, --mod tense atmosphere, --mod minimalist background, --mod silhouette isolation
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide
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[EXTENDED CINEMA VOICEOVER — DEEP, CONTROLLED INTENSITY]

(low, reverent)
In a war where planets fall like pawns…
There are no rules.
Only missions. Only objectives.
Only the ones willing to die… or disappear.

(beat — slow rise)
The command said it couldn’t be done.
Said the sensors would catch them mid-descent.
Said the lava fields were impenetrable.

(the bass tightens)
They jumped anyway.

One team.
No backup.
No way out.

Dropping into the heart of a hostile world—
To silence a relay.
To erase a name.
To win a war that would define history.

(builds)
Through the smoke of dying satellites—
Past the ash storms of collapsed colonies—
They fall like prophecy cast in fire.

Because this isn’t just infiltration.
It’s retribution.
And when they land…

(drop to a low whisper)
…hell follows.

TITLE CARD (bold):
THE PROMETHEUS DROP

TAGLINE (fade in rush, fade out):
This fall... war takes flight.