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when Star Trek meets Star Wars

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Star Trek Meets Star Wars
[art of John Blanche, frank frazetta, Heath Robinson and Norman Rockwell] The starship drifted through the void, its hull a lattice of blackened chrome and crimson light, pulsating. Within its core, the engine hummed with an energetic rhythm, a mechanical heartbeat defying the silence of the abyss.Cloaked in an enigmatic aura, the pilot sat in solitude, her face half-hidden behind a mask of iridescent crystal. She was a navigator of the forgotten, charting pathways through dimensions no human mi
[art of John Blanche, frank frazetta, Heath Robinson and Norman Rockwell] The starship drifted through the void, its hull a lattice of blackened chrome and crimson light, pulsating. Within its core, the engine hummed with an energetic rhythm, a mechanical heartbeat defying the silence of the abyss.Cloaked in an enigmatic aura, the pilot sat in solitude, her face half-hidden behind a mask of iridescent crystal. She was a navigator of the forgotten, charting pathways through dimensions no human mi
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Cardboard ship lit by LEDs with a light from a solar garden lamp in the middle in the background a poster of the keel nebula. foto in long exposure with a y 360 huawei with the long exposure software. , by Chris Foss

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