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Beneath the shimmering awnings of Coruscant’s mid-tier promenade, Luthen Rael walks with calculated stillness. His long, charcoal-blue overcoat hangs slightly rumpled at the cuffs, the worn velvet catching streaks of neon reflected in rain-soaked stone. Fine droplets cling to his silver-streaked hair—slicked back yet still defiant in texture, revealing a deeply lined brow and the tired sharpness of his blue-grey eyes. Every glance is measured, concealed behind a calm detachment etched into the planes of his face. A gloved hand tucks a sealed datacube into the folds of his coat. Around him, the bustle of the city continues, unaware that the man in the shadows walks with revolutions in his pocket. (Star Wars urban setting, photoreal, cinematic lighting, rain reflections)