Space Worlds 01 : Poetic - Poetic 3 V1

<lora:SW_Poetic3_ill:1> A colossal industrial hangar stretches endlessly into the distance, its cavernous interior bathed in dim, cold light that filters through haze and smoke. The air vibrates with mechanical energy as massive starships hover in suspension above the ground, their engines humming with restrained power. The largest of them dominates the scene, a warship built with brutal efficiency and immense weight. Its armored hull is weathered and battle-scarred, lined with pipes, turrets, and reinforced plating. Dozens of glowing ports pulse faintly across its surface, casting soft amber light through the mist. Gigantic cannons extend from its sides, their barrels blackened by use, while maintenance cranes and robotic arms cling to its flanks, welding and repairing sections of the ship’s structure.Below, the hangar floor is alive with activity. Tanks, heavy loaders, and maintenance drones crawl between industrial platforms surrounded by dense fog rising from vents in the ground. Sparks rain from welding stations, and bursts of steam erupt from hydraulic systems as crews work tirelessly to prepare the fleet. Floodlights mounted on towering gantries pierce the darkness, revealing the textured surfaces of steel walls and machinery that reach high into the gloom above. The atmosphere feels thick and mechanical, filled with the sound of grinding metal, deep engines, and echoing footsteps lost in the vastness of the space.Further back, more ships of varying sizes hover in silent readiness, their thrusters emitting faint blue glows that shimmer through the industrial haze. The far wall of the hangar disappears into darkness, giving the impression of endless scale, as if the entire complex is carved into a planet’s crust. A faint ethereal light leaks from above through distant openings, catching in the swirling dust and reflecting off the hulls of the colossal vessels. The entire environment exudes power and tension, a sense of preparation before deployment.The scene is cinematic and oppressive, the towering machinery and hovering dreadnoughts conveying both awe and unease. Every element feels heavy with purpose, every shadow charged with energy. The ships seem almost alive, suspended like ancient gods of war awakening from slumber, while the cavern around them hums like a mechanical cathedral dedicated to the art of destruction. The blend of light, texture, and mist transforms the hangar into an otherworldly vision of technological might, monumental and humbling all at once.