A lone, imposing figure strides toward the viewer through a frozen alien wasteland, their silhouette cutting sharply against the eerie landscape. The sleek, high-tech spacesuit is form-fitting yet heavily armored, an intricate fusion of futuristic plating and flexible fabric, adorned with glowing red circuitry tracing along the limbs. Their helmet is smooth, visorless, reflecting the distant crimson stars like molten glass. Behind them, a massive wrecked starship lies partially buried in the ice, its shattered hull revealing a labyrinth of twisted metal and flickering emergency lights. The snow swirls violently around their boots, disturbed by their slow, deliberate march. The sky above is a vast, oppressive void, almost black, punctuated only by an unnatural constellation of burning red stars, casting an eerie, blood-like glow over the frozen terrain.