Across a damp concrete basement, a Gorgon with a crown of living serpents steps into the gaping hull of a derelict ship wedged between rusted pipes and fallen beams. Her emerald scales catch flecks of green from a gamma radiation flare erupting behind a fractured porthole, throwing phosphorescent shadows along crushed decks, corroded consoles, and dripping conduits. The wide-angle view sweeps from her scale-veined fingers brushing a riveted hull plate to a labyrinth of cargo holds, torn netting, and gnawed cables spiraling into gloom. Moss, slime, rust, and oil tint the air; a hazy green fog pools on the deck. Light ripples through a cracked viewport, revealing a face of twisted metal and a distant hatchway giving way to more secrets. The Gorgon leans forward, serpents hissing, senses the ship's cold history as if listening to a current of ghostly whispers

The image shows a green dragon with a green light saber in its mouth, surrounded by machines, pipes, and other objects on the floor. In the background, there is a wall with a window, and the image is animated.