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Cinematic stylized realistic science fiction digital painting, a book cover portrait of two heavily modified cyborg cosmonauts standing side by side — a young woman and a man, both still human, only the woman armed — 16:9 widescreen. Art style: Detailed cinematic hard sci-fi realism with a strong emotional core — razor-sharp textures on metal prosthetics, cloned skin, surgical scars, worn fabric, cold space-grade materials, and one heavy worn firearm; deep cinematic chiaroscuro with RICH, SATURATED, VIVID COLOURS; a bold palette of deep cold blues, vivid purples, bright teals, and rich violets against deep-space black, contrasted with WARM, SATURATED GOLD, AMBER, and ORANGE from a distant nebula, and with WARM HUMAN SKIN TONES; no neon, no cyberpunk colors, no digital plastic look, no soft blur. 8k resolution.

HORIZONTAL TITLE TEXT — LARGE, BEHIND THE FIGURES, PARTIALLY HIDDEN BY THEM — TOP OF THE FRAME:

At the top of the frame, running horizontally from the left edge to the right edge and centered between them, there is a LARGE cinematic movie-poster title reading: "A S T R O N A U T S" — each letter separated by a space.

THE TITLE IS LARGE AND MONUMENTAL — it spans the full width of the upper part of the frame, from the left edge to the right edge, and its letters are BIG and HEAVY, dominating the top third of the composition like the title of a blockbuster science-fiction film.

THE TITLE SITS ON THE BACKGROUND PLANE, BEHIND THE TWO FIGURES. It is NOT in front of them, NOT over them, NOT laid on top of them. The title is part of the deep-space background, and the TWO COSMONAUTS STAND IN FRONT OF IT, ON THE FOREGROUND PLANE, PARTIALLY HIDING THE LETTERS.

THE TWO FIGURES PARTIALLY OVERLAP AND HIDE THE TITLE: the heads, shoulders, and upper bodies of the woman and the man rise in front of the title, so that the middle letters of the word are PARTIALLY HIDDEN BEHIND THEM, while the letters on the far left and the far right remain visible in the open space of the frame beside the two figures. The title is clearly readable as a whole word, but its central portion disappears behind the two standing figures, who are standing closer to the camera and covering the middle of the word.

THE LETTERS themselves are HEAVY, SOLID, VOLUMETRIC, THREE-DIMENSIONAL 3D letterforms — not flat, not painted, not a glowing outline, but thick, sculpted, blocky letters with real physical depth, as if cast from heavy dark metal and mounted on the front of the frame. Each letter is a chunky, solid, three-dimensional block with a clearly readable THICKNESS — a visible front face, visible SIDE FACES, and visible BEVELS along all edges.

The letters are rendered in a sharp futuristic sans-serif typeface with clean angular cuts — bold, wide, and monumental, in the style of a modern blockbuster science-fiction movie poster title. The letterforms are HEAVY and MASSIVE.

The surfaces of the letters are POLISHED DARK METAL — deep dark steel and dark chrome — with BRIGHT SPECULAR HIGHLIGHTS along the top edges and the bevels, and DEEP SHADOWS along the side faces and the undersides, giving the letters a strong, unmistakable 3D sculpted volume. A cold vivid cyan-blue light glows from WITHIN the letters, running along the inner edges and the bevels, with a soft luminous halo around the whole word. The front faces of the letters are dark polished metal with a faint cold cyan-blue inner glow; the side faces and bevels catch the warm GOLDEN-AMBER light of the nebula behind them, giving the letters a two-colour metallic sheen — cold cyan-blue on the inner edges, warm gold-amber on the outer edges.

The letters CAST A SOFT SHADOW DOWNWARD onto the dark cosmic background behind them, reinforcing their physical volume and their position in the background plane, behind the two figures.

The title sits directly at the top edge of the frame, centered, running from left to right. No other text appears anywhere in the image.

COMPOSITION — WIDE BOOK COVER PORTRAIT OF TWO FIGURES (16:9):

The 16:9 frame is built as a wide book cover portrait of two cyborg cosmonauts — a woman on the left and a man on the right — standing side by side in the FOREGROUND, in front of the title text, both facing the viewer, both serious, both still. They are photographed from mid-thigh up, filling the center of the frame, close enough that the viewer can read every prosthetic joint, every surgical seam, every patch of cloned skin. They do not touch, but they stand close enough that their shoulders almost meet — the physical closeness of two people who have survived something together and no longer need words.

THE TWO FIGURES ARE ON THE NEAREST FOREGROUND PLANE, AND THE TITLE TEXT IS ON THE FAR BACKGROUND PLANE. The heads and upper bodies of the two figures rise in front of the title, so that the middle letters of the word "A S T R O N A U T S" are PARTIALLY HIDDEN BEHIND THEM, while the outer letters remain visible on either side of the two standing figures.

The background is deep, quiet space: behind the two figures opens a vast, panoramic deep-space vista — a BRIGHT, VIVID, SATURATED NEBULA of deep blues, bright teals, vivid purples, rich violets, and hot magenta, spiralling in a slow, immense wheel around a BRIGHT, WARM, GOLDEN-AMBER core at the CENTRE of the frame, directly behind and between the two figures. The nebula fills the upper and background portions of the frame with soft, cold, painterly clouds of interstellar gas, RICH IN COLOUR AND SATURATION, scattered with dense, sharply rendered stars. On the FAR LEFT, low and small in the frame, a distant PLANET hangs in the dark — a cold, dark world, its curve catching a THIN BRIGHT SLIVER of pale blue-white light on one edge, its surface mostly lost in shadow. There is no ship and no station in the frame — only the two figures in the foreground, the title text in the background, the nebula, the planet, the stars, and the BRIGHT, WARM, SATURATED GOLDEN glow at the centre.

THE WOMAN — "BOY-BABA" (LEFT FIGURE, CENTER-LEFT OF FRAME):

A YOUNG WOMAN OF ABOUT THIRTY-FIVE stands on the left of the frame, facing the viewer. She is tall and strong-framed, but there is almost nothing left of her original body. Her FACE IS YOUNG AND HUMAN — a hard, sharp, unlined face with a firm jaw, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and smooth young skin, marked only by a few thin pale surgical scars at the temple and the cheekbone. She does NOT look old. She has NO wrinkles, NO deep lines, NO signs of age. She is a young woman, and she looks it.

Her HAIR IS A SHORT, SPIKY, PLATINUM-BLONDE ROCK-STYLE CUT — cropped close at the sides and back, with the hair on top left slightly longer and styled upward into short, spiky, textured strands. The colour is a cold, bleached, almost white platinum blonde — not grey, not elderly, but a hard, dyed, bleached blonde that has been cut short and worn spiky on purpose. It is a feminine cut, but a hard, punk, working woman's cut — not soft, not long, not pinned up, not elegant. The sides and back are shaved close to the skin, the top is short, spiky, and textured, and the whole shape reads as a hard, disciplined, slightly rebellious woman's haircut.

Her eyes do not match. Her LEFT EYE is a natural human eye — dark, clear, tired, and YOUNG. Her RIGHT EYE is a clear ARTIFICIAL OPTIC — a smooth, precision-made prosthetic eye, slightly larger than the natural one, with a fine metallic iris and a BRIGHT, COLD, GLOWING OPTICAL RING around it, lit with a VIVID CYAN-BLUE mechanical light. ONLY ONE EYE IS ARTIFICIAL. The other is her own. A thin surgical scar runs from her right temple up into her hairline, marking where the artificial eye was fitted. She does not try to hide the artificial eye or the scar.

Her expression is hard and unsmiling. She looks directly into the camera with a SULLEN, HEAVY, HARD-BROWED SCOWL — a young woman who has seen too much, trusts nothing, and is not asking for anything. Her brow is drawn down. Her mouth is a flat line. Her gaze is fixed, cold, and openly unwelcoming. She is not posing. She is looking at whoever is in front of her, and she is not impressed.

Below her neck, almost her entire body has been rebuilt. Her arms are heavy, segmented, industrial prosthetics — exposed hydraulic pistons, artificial muscle bundles wrapped in steel wire, teflon-lined tubes and conduits visible under a thin layer of pale cloned skin that has been patched over them in places. Her forearms are bare, showing the full mechanical construction: exposed pistons, cable bundles, steel joints at the wrist, and hands made of segmented metal claws — heavy, blunt, industrial hands with four thick fingers and a thumb, clearly prosthetics built for strength and grip rather than for beauty. The cloned skin on her upper arms and shoulders is pale and uneven, patched and re-patched, with visible surgical seams running along the edges of the metal.

SHE IS ARMED, AND HER WEAPON IS RAISED. In her RIGHT claw-hand, she holds a heavy, worn, industrial ENERGY WEAPON — a blunt, black-and-steel beam pistol, thick and heavy, with a long squat barrel, a BRIGHT, GLOWING, SATURATED CYAN-AMBER CHARGE INDICATOR, a worn grip, and scuff marks along the casing. She holds it GRIPPED IN HER RIGHT METAL CLAW, her right arm RAISED so that the weapon is held up beside her head — the barrel angled UP, the glowing charge indicator clearly visible, loose but ready. Her LEFT claw-hand hangs at her side, empty, closed.

She wears a worn, dark blue-grey work suit cut off at the sleeves to leave her mechanical arms and shoulders bare. Over the suit, a patched, worn, GREY-AND-OCHRE armoured chest piece with WARM AMBER AND RUST-RED accents — blunt, industrial, riveted, and scuffed, fitted over her torso with visible seams and panel gaps. At her waist, a heavy utility belt with a few small tools and pouches clipped to it. Her posture is straight, grounded, military — the posture of someone who once commanded a ship and has not forgotten how.

THE MAN — "ZHIVYKH" (RIGHT FIGURE, CENTER-RIGHT OF FRAME):

A man IN HIS LATE THIRTIES TO EARLY FORTIES stands on the right of the frame, facing the viewer, a step behind and beside the woman. He is bigger than her — broader in the shoulders, deeper in the chest, built like a heavy labourer. His face is human and still young — a warm, open, dark-browed face with dark curly hair falling to his shoulders, a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose, and dark eyes. His eyes are both natural, both clear, both tired, both alive. There is no visible prosthetic on his face — his face is his own.

His expression is serious and composed. His face is heavy-browed, tightly set, his jaw set, his eyes fixed steadily and darkly on the viewer. He is not smiling. He is not relaxed. He looks like a man who has decided what he is going to do and is now doing it — no anger, no fear, no doubt.

Below his neck, his body has been rebuilt the same way as the woman's — but even heavier. His arms are massive industrial prosthetics, segmented and plated, exposed pistons and artificial muscle bundles wrapped in steel wire, thick teflon-lined conduits visible under patched cloned skin. His hands are heavy, blunt, industrial metal claws — thicker and larger than the woman's, built for lifting and gripping. The cloned skin on his shoulders and upper chest is pale and uneven, patched and re-patched, with surgical seams running along the edges of the metal.

HIS LEFT ARM IS RAISED — bent sharply at the elbow, the forearm lifted straight UP beside his head on the LEFT SIDE OF THE FRAME AS SEEN BY THE VIEWER, the heavy metal claw-hand CLENCHED INTO A HARD, SOLID FIST. The fist is raised. The gesture is unmistakable — not a salute, not a wave, but a raised, clenched fist: strength, defiance, readiness, threat. His raised left arm and clenched left fist are one of the strongest visual elements in the frame, dominating the upper area between the two figures. His raised metal fist catches a BRIGHT, WARM GOLDEN HIGHLIGHT from the nebula's core on its outer edge.

HIS RIGHT ARM IS LOWERED AND EMPTY. His RIGHT claw-hand hangs at his side, closed and relaxed, holding NOTHING. HE CARRIES NO WEAPON. There is no pistol, no holster, no sidearm, no gun anywhere on him — his right hand is simply empty at his side.

He wears a worn, dark blue-grey work suit cut off at the sleeves, over a faded grey undershirt. Over the suit, a patched, worn, GREY-AND-OCHRE armoured chest piece with WARM AMBER, RUST-RED, and DEEP TEAL accents — blunt, industrial, riveted, and scuffed, with a large circular metal fitting at the centre of the chest that glows faintly with a WARM AMBER LIGHT, fitted over his torso with visible seams and panel gaps. Around his neck hangs a battered pair of work goggles with DARK AMBER LENSES. His posture is solid and rooted — the posture of a man who has spent his life doing hard physical work and is now standing his ground.

THE BACKGROUND — PANORAMIC DEEP SPACE: A BRIGHT NEBULA, A DISTANT PLANET, AND A BRILLIANT GOLDEN CORE (FULL FRAME):

Behind the two figures, deep space opens up into a vast, panoramic vista. The dominant feature is a BRIGHT, VIVID, SATURATED NEBULA — enormous, painterly clouds of interstellar gas and dust, rendered in DEEP RICH BLUES, BRIGHT TEALS, VIVID PURPLES, HOT MAGENTAS, and RICH VIOLETS, spiralling in a slow, immense wheel around a BRIGHT, WARM, GOLDEN-AMBER core at the centre of the frame, directly behind and between the two figures. Darker dust lanes and BRIGHT, GLOWING RIMS are woven through the clouds, and VIVID COLDER HIGHLIGHTS pick out the edges of the gas. The nebula fills the upper half and the background portions of the frame, giving the whole image a RICH, COLOURFUL, IMMENSE backdrop — beautiful, saturated, and alive with colour.

Scattered across and through the nebula, the starfield is dense and sharply rendered — thousands of points of light in every shade from BRIGHT pale blue-white to WARM amber and gold, with a few brighter stars showing visible diffraction spikes. The black is deep and clean where the nebula fades.

On the FAR LEFT of the frame, low and small, a distant PLANET hangs in the dark — a cold, dark, unlit world, its curve catching only a THIN BRIGHT SLIVER of pale blue-white light along one edge, its surface mostly lost in shadow. It reads as a place that exists, far away, and has nothing to do with the two people in the frame.

At the CENTRE of the frame, DIRECTLY BEHIND AND BETWEEN THE TWO FIGURES, the NEBULA'S CORE glows — a BRIGHT, WARM, SATURATED GOLDEN-AMBER GLOW, vivid and alive, like the light of something gold and burning far away in the dark. It is the only warm light in the entire composition, and it is BRIGHT and RICH. It could be the nebula's core, it could be a distant star, it could be something else entirely — the image does not explain it. It simply sits there, in the centre of the frame, warm and alive, quietly promising that whatever these two people have been through, there is still something gold left in the universe.

No ship, no station, and no other object appears anywhere in the frame — only the two figures in the foreground, the large volumetric 3D title in the background behind them, the rich nebula, the distant dark planet, the dense starfield, and that bright, warm, golden glow.

LIGHTING AND ATMOSPHERE:

Cold, hard, directional light falls from the upper left — a clear, clinical, surgical light that catches the metal prosthetics with sharp, clean specular highlights: the segmented pistons, the hydraulic joints, the steel wire, the teflon tubing, the edges of the claw-hands, the cold metal of the woman's raised beam pistol, and the riveted armour on both of them. The metal REFLECTS AND CARRIES THE COLOURS OF THE SCENE — COLD CYAN-BLUE on the upper edges from the nebula, BRIGHT GOLDEN-AMBER on the outer edges from the core, and WARM SKIN-TONE reflections near the faces. This same light falls on the two human faces, modelling them with hard chiaroscuro — deep shadows under the cheekbones, sharp highlights on the brow, clear catchlights in the four eyes (three natural, one artificial), and hard shadows defining the woman's sharp young features and the man's set jaw.

The BRIGHT golden glow of the nebula's core at the centre of the frame is the only other light in the frame — a STRONG, WARM, SATURATED rim light that catches the far edges of the man's hair, his raised left fist, the outer edge of the woman's arm, the cold metal of her weapon, AND THE VOLUMETRIC 3D TITLE IN THE BACKGROUND, RICH WITH WARM GOLD AND AMBER. A STRONG, COLD CYAN-BLUE AND VIOLET REFLECTED LIGHT from the nebula itself catches the upper edges of both figures and the front faces and bevels of the 3D title letters, cooling the metal and separating them from the black.

The mood is quiet, heavy, and tense — two armed survivors standing back to back in the dark, ready for whatever comes next. There is no self-pity in either face. There is no drama in the pose. There is a raised left fist, one raised weapon in the woman's right hand, one empty right hand at the man's side, a RICH, COLOURFUL nebula, a dark planet, a LARGE VOLUMETRIC 3D TITLE partially hidden behind the two figures, and a BRIGHT, WARM, GOLDEN glow far away behind them. Whatever they are about to do, they are going to do it together.

COLOR PALETTE:
Deep space black and cold charcoal grey (the void), cold steel grey and dull industrial silver (the prosthetics, pistons, joints, and claw-hands) RICH WITH REFLECTED CYAN, VIOLET, AND GOLD, pale clinical white (the surgical light), muted cloned-skin tones — pale, uneven, slightly pink and grey (the patched skin over the metal), warm young human skin tones (the woman's young face and her natural eye, the man's dark hair and eyes), cold bleached platinum-white (the woman's spiky short hair), BRIGHT VIVID CYAN-BLUE (the woman's artificial right optic, its glowing ring, and the inner glow of the volumetric 3D title), DARK POLISHED METAL AND DARK CHROME with BRIGHT CYAN-BLUE INNER GLOW AND WARM GOLD-AMBER BEVEL HIGHLIGHTS (the volumetric 3D movie-poster title), worn dark blue-grey (the two work suits), faded reflective silver, worn grey, and WARM OCHRE-YELLOW, RUST-RED, and DEEP TEAL (the patched, riveted armour pieces on both figures), dull work-boot brown and worn leather brown (the tool belt and the work goggles), matte black and dull worn steel (the one heavy energy weapon) WITH A BRIGHT CYAN-AMBER GLOWING CHARGE INDICATOR, DEEP RICH BLUES, BRIGHT TEALS, VIVID PURPLES, HOT MAGENTAS, and RICH VIOLETS (the distant nebula), BRIGHT WARM GOLD AND AMBER (the nebula's core at the centre of the frame), dark cold grey-blue (the distant planet on the far left) WITH ONE BRIGHT SLIVER of pale blue-white light, sharp cold white and pale blue-white (the distant stars).

ART TECHNIQUE:
Realistic detailed digital painting — cinematic hard sci-fi realism with an emotional core and RICH, SATURATED, VIVID COLOURS; razor-sharp texture on exposed prosthetics, hydraulic pistons, steel wire, teflon tubing, surgical seams, cloned skin, worn fabric, worn armour, work gear, and ONE heavy worn industrial energy weapon; the two faces rendered with the finest detail — every pore, every thin pale scar on the woman's YOUNG face, every set line on the man's jaw, every surgical seam, and both of their expressions clearly readable — the woman's hard, sullen, hard-browed scowl fixed on the viewer, the man's serious, composed, unflinching gaze fixed on the viewer; the woman rendered as a YOUNG WOMAN OF ABOUT THIRTY-FIVE with a SHORT SPIKY PLATINUM-BLONDE ROCK-STYLE HAIRCUT — cropped close at the sides and back with the top left slightly longer and styled upward into short, spiky, textured strands, the colour a cold, bleached, almost white platinum blonde — and NO wrinkles, NO grey hair, and NO signs of age; the artificial eye on the woman's right side rendered with cold precision and a BRIGHT VIVID CYAN-BLUE GLOWING OPTICAL RING — ONLY ONE ARTIFICIAL EYE, the left eye natural; the claw-hands rendered as heavy industrial prosthetics, blunt and functional and clearly built for work, not decoration — the woman's RIGHT claw gripping the heavy worn beam pistol, raised beside her head, and the man's LEFT claw clenched into a hard raised fist on the LEFT SIDE OF THE FRAME AS SEEN BY THE VIEWER, while the man's RIGHT claw hangs EMPTY at his side with NO WEAPON AND NO HOLSTER ANYWHERE ON HIM; the one heavy energy weapon rendered as blunt, black-and-steel, industrial, worn, and functional — a long squat barrel, a BRIGHT GLOWING CYAN-AMBER CHARGE INDICATOR, a worn grip, and a scuffed casing — clearly a working tool of a working crew, not a fantasy blaster; the patched riveted armour pieces on both figures rendered as blunt, worn, GREY-AND-OCHRE industrial plates with WARM AMBER, RUST-RED, and DEEP TEAL accents, riveted and scuffed, with visible seams and panel gaps; the cloned skin rendered as pale, uneven, patched and re-patched, with visible surgical seams running along the edges of the metal; the nebula rendered as vast, RICH, SATURATED, PAINTERLY CLOUDS of interstellar gas in DEEP BLUES, BRIGHT TEALS, VIVID PURPLES, HOT MAGENTAS, and RICH VIOLETS, spiralling around a BRIGHT WARM GOLDEN-AMBER core at the centre of the frame; the distant planet on the far left rendered small, dark, and mostly in shadow, with ONE BRIGHT SLIVER of pale blue-white light along its curve; the starfield rendered with sharp point sources and diffraction spikes on the brightest stars; the BRIGHT WARM GOLDEN GLOW at the centre of the frame rendered BOLD, RICH, AND ALIVE; the LARGE HORIZONTAL TITLE TEXT "A S T R O N A U T S" AT THE TOP OF THE FRAME rendered as LARGE, HEAVY, SOLID, VOLUMETRIC, THREE-DIMENSIONAL 3D MOVIE-POSTER LETTERING — chunky, thick, sculpted, blocky letters with real physical depth, visible front faces, visible side faces, and visible bevels, cast from DARK POLISHED METAL AND DARK CHROME, with BRIGHT SPECULAR HIGHLIGHTS along the top edges and bevels, DEEP SHADOWS along the side faces and undersides, a COLD VIVID CYAN-BLUE INNER GLOW along the inner edges, a WARM GOLD-AMBER BEVEL HIGHLIGHT along the outer edges, and a SOFT DROP SHADOW cast downward onto the dark cosmic background behind them, centered at the top of the frame and running from the left edge to the right edge; THE TITLE IS PLACED ON THE BACKGROUND PLANE, BEHIND THE TWO FIGURES, AND THE TWO FIGURES STAND IN FRONT OF IT — the heads, shoulders, and upper bodies of the two cosmonauts PARTIALLY HIDE AND OVERLAP THE MIDDLE LETTERS OF THE WORD, so that the title is clearly readable as a whole but its central portion is hidden behind the two standing figures, while the outer letters remain visible in the open space beside them; strong hard chiaroscuro lighting from the upper left, deep blacks, clear bright edges on the metal, STRONG COLD CYAN-VIOLET NEBULA LIGHT on the upper edges, and STRONG WARM GOLD-AMBER LIGHT on the outer edges; the metal RICH WITH REFLECTED COLOUR — COLD CYAN, VIOLET, AND WARM GOLD; no soft blur, no digital plastic look, no neon colors.

8k resolution, 16:9 widescreen, cinematic hard sci-fi digital painting, a book cover portrait of two heavily modified cyborg cosmonauts — a young woman of about thirty-five with a short spiky platinum-blonde buzz cut and one glowing artificial eye, holding a raised beam pistol in her right hand, and a serious unarmed man with his left fist raised and his right hand empty at his side — standing in the FOREGROUND against a BRIGHT, RICH, SATURATED, COLOURFUL NEBULA, a distant dark planet on the far left, a BRIGHT WARM GOLDEN GLOW in the centre of the frame, and a LARGE, HEAVY, SOLID, VOLUMETRIC 3D MOVIE-POSTER TITLE "A S T R O N A U T S" running across the top of the frame ON THE BACKGROUND PLANE, PARTIALLY HIDDEN BEHIND THE TWO FIGURES, in thick polished dark metal with a cold cyan-blue inner glow and warm gold-amber bevel highlights, surgical light, prosthetics, cloned skin, worn armour, RICH VIVID COLOURS, quiet and tense, razor-sharp detail. No text except the volumetric 3D title "A S T R O N A U T S" at the top of the frame, no labels, no watermarks.