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ff2,The solar panels of HELIOS One are shattered into irregular lenses, reflecting dazzling bright spots under the scorching sun. The control console in the control room is covered with sand, and the screens still retain the targeting interface of satellite weapons. Broken cables hang on the ground, bubbling vigorously in the green toxic pool. The wind passes through the hollows of the cooling towers, emitting a wailing sound, as if telling the story of its former glory when it could summon sunlight to destroy everything