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In a stark, alien landscape rendered in bold, flat colors, a colossal spaceship has crash-landed. Its metallic hull, etched with harsh lines and rivets, is stained with streaks_of what could be oil or alien blood. The ground around it is cracked and uneven, hinting at the violence_of the impact. Jagged, jagged mountains rise in the distance, their peaks scraping a sky filled with swirling, alien clouds. There's no sign of life, just an unsettling emptiness that stretches out in all directions. T
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