illustration artwork A reaper of dead satellites drifts through a graveyard orbit in a hooded cloak made of static and torn insulation foil, standing on a slab of floating hull plating with a long staff topped by a bent satellite dish. The hood hides everything except two thin points of pale blue light, and the cloak folds out behind them in sharp, glitching shards of pixel noise. Hundreds of silent wrecks float around in the dark, their panels catching the light like old coins, while the curve of a huge ringed planet fills the lower half of the frame in bands of violet, rose and gold. Far in the distance, half hidden behind the rings, a huge ribbed cathedral shaped station lies broken in two. Wide shot, strong silhouette, deep contrast between black space and glowing rings. The palette is black, violet, rose gold and ice blue, with a solemn and cosmic atmosphere.