silhouette, glitch, black background, wires, cables, cyberpunk, dystopia. The astronaut stands frozen in mid-space, helmet visor dark as void, surrounded by an electric nebula of neon hues—fiery orange arcs tracing armor seams, cyan streaks bleeding from shoulder panels, magenta pulses flickering along joints. Stars blink around them—not distant points, but radiant glyphs stitched into darkness with starburst flares that pulse at irregular intervals, each one catching light like shattered glass against blackness. The suit’s surface is rendered in hyper-saturated glowlines, luminous outlines defining every buckle, cable, and panel, their edges sharp-edged and vibrating slightly as if charged. A single bright yellow flare erupts near the right arm, casting jagged highlights across chest plating while deeper indigo shadows pool beneath, creating high-contrast drama between radiance and obscurity. Shot tight on torso to head, low-angle perspective enhances monumental isolation—the viewer feels lifted upward toward the helmet's curvature, where faint geometric symbols glimmer within its inner rim. Depth-of-field blurs background stars into pinpoints of color, isolating the figure as both hero and relic suspended in time. Motion implies none yet—it breathes silence through static posture—but the aura suggests imminent movement, as though gravity has just been redefined or forgotten. Every line seems alive, humming with latent energy, lit not by sun nor lamp, but by cosmic interference itself—a dreamlike ballet of artificial luminescence dancing over human form amidst infinite nothingness.