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A silver-haired weaver sits cross-legged on a fragment of broken comet, her fingers spinning threads of pure starlight into a glowing dreamcatcher. Inside its web, miniature galaxies are born and die. Behind her — an infinite tapestry of unfinished constellations, frozen in time. Color palette: pearlescent whites, nebula purples and the deep black of void. Ethereal, meditative, with a delicate balance between creation and entropy <lora:training_5995214-20260728162047507:1.3>