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Imagine an image in the style of a gritty graphic novel. Rain Carradine braces herself in the open airlock of the Renaissance station, wearing a battered pressure suit torn in places. She aims a salvaged flamethrower at the encroaching void beyond, where something massive stirs in the smoke-filled chamber. The stark lighting from the station’s warning strobes casts deep, dramatic shadows across her determined, sweat-streaked face.