An astronaut clad in a cracked, oil-slick black spacesuit, standing sideways on an alien landscape of writhing, fleshy vegetation that pulsates with each breath of the planet. His helmet is shattered, revealing a grinning skull with neon yellow eyes that weep molten gold. A swarm of writhing, sharp-toothed butterflies, their wings etched with arcane symbols, spiral around his head in a chaotic halo. The ground beneath him is a patchwork of unholy growths—blood-red flowers with gnashing mouths, towering fungal spires spewing purple mist, and grasping roots that twitch like severed nerves. The sky is a swirling mass of hyper-saturated pink and green nebulae, with monstrous celestial bodies peering down, blinking slowly, waiting.