A frozen cryopod drifts through deep space, illuminated from within by soft cold blue light. Frost covers the glass — the figure inside is completely obscured, impossible to identify, just a dark silhouette against the glow. Behind the cryopod, massive and terrifying, a Titan-class warship under construction fills the frame — brutal angles, half-finished weapon systems, exposed scaffolding, cold metal. Its reactor core pulses warm orange-red deep within, the only heat in the frozen scene. Between the cryopod and the warship, a single small object floats alone in the void — a woven funeral charm, handcrafted, drifting forever. At the edge of frame, barely visible against the ship's vastness, a tiny figure in armor floats in distant vigil — a warrior keeping watch, dwarfed by grief and scale. Deep space surrounds them — purples, blues, absolute black. Distant nebulae bleed color at the edges. Stars drift like tears. Gritty texture. Hyperrealistic. Cinematic lighting. Cold blues vs. warm reactor orange. The cryopod's occupant is unknown — just a silhouette, just a ghost.
