<lora:Taylor_Russell_Flux:1> A close-up of Judy’s face inside her helmet, her breath coming in rapid, shallow bursts, fogging the visor with each exhale. Her dark brown eyes dart frantically across the heads-up display, searching for an oxygen reading, for an escape—anything. Beads of sweat form along her hairline, her skin flushed beneath the clear glass that separates her from the harsh vacuum beyond. The faint reflection of distant stars flickers against her helmet’s surface, framing her face in a cold, unfeeling vastness. She swallows hard, forcing herself to remain calm, her lips parting just enough to whisper a silent thought: Not yet. Keep going.
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