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A wizened old prospector, his face deeply lined and his beard long and white, stands proudly beside a newly discovered vein of glowing, purple crystals embedded in a dark cavern wall. He holds up a large, gleaming crystal in one hand, a triumphant grin on his face, while his cybernetic pickaxe rests against his shoulder. His faithful, scruffy alien mutt sits at his feet, its tongue lolling out. Faint bioluminescent fungi dot the cavern walls around them.