Space Worlds 01 : Poetic - Poetic 3 V1

<lora:SW_Poetic3_ill:1> A massive starship hovers within an enormous industrial hangar carved from ancient metallic stone, its immense form suspended effortlessly above a fractured and scorched landing platform. The vessel is brutalist in design, built with heavy armor plating, interlocking panels, and jagged layers of mechanical structure that evoke both engineering precision and raw power. Its hull is scarred from countless missions, streaked with carbon scoring, impact marks, and deep grooves etched by time and war. At its core, clusters of glowing lights burn like the eyes of a machine deity, with a central crimson glow radiating from the ship’s forward command array. Smaller blue and white lights pulse along the sides of the vessel, illuminating vapor and dust drifting lazily through the hangar’s cold air. The underside thrusters emit a faint energy shimmer, distorting the air beneath them while casting shifting reflections on the cracked metallic ground below.The hangar itself is colossal, an ancient cathedral of steel and machinery rising high above the ship. Vast vertical walls are lined with conduits, scaffolding, rusted control panels, and catwalks lost in shadow. Faint shafts of light pierce the gloom from above, cutting through the haze and illuminating swirling motes of dust. Behind the main craft, another smaller ship glides silently, its engines glowing as it maneuvers into position, surrounded by vapor clouds that catch the dim ambient glow of the chamber. The environment is one of silence and monumental scale—every surface echoing the weight of centuries of use and forgotten purpose.Scattered across the hangar floor lie the remains of old machinery, broken pylons, and fused debris, their jagged forms resembling the fossilized remains of a once-living technology. The air feels heavy, saturated with oil, smoke, and ozone, a mixture of decay and dormant power. The mood is tense and reverent, as though this space serves as a mechanical temple for titans of metal and energy. The cinematic lighting enhances every detail—the rough industrial surfaces, the faint mist curling around the base of the ship, and the haunting interplay of shadows and reflections across its hull. The composition captures a sense of awe and magnitude, the ship appearing like a leviathan awakening from slumber within its metallic crypt, preparing to ascend once more into the infinite darkness beyond.