A zombie doctor tattoos a client at a chrome station inside a spaceport terminal. The doctor is half-skeletal, pale gray skin, torn lab coat, gloved hands steady as a humming tattoo gun traces ink into skin. The client sits upright, sleeve rolled, forearm blooming with a celestial design—stars spiraling into a comet-tail. Beyond the glass, freighters drift through hazy summer afternoon light; amber dust motes swirl over polished floors and stainless railings. Neon panels hum softly, screens glow, and a line of travelers blurs into the background. The tall vertical frame climbs from tiled floor to high ceiling, placing the tattooing action on a central spine while silhouettes of ships and travelers recede in depth. Textures pop—the lacquered metal, the gritty skin, the wet ink, and the needle’s gleam—giving a polished, crisp moment

The image shows a man in a white lab coat sitting on a chair next to a doctor who is wearing a mask. The doctor is holding an object in their hand and there are a few people standing in the background. The image is animated, giving it a surreal feel.