grunge style in the dimly lit cockpit, deepwood tantiv's aged face is illuminated only by the faint glow of instrument panels, casting eerie shadows on his weathered skin. his piercing green eyes, sunken with fatigue, seem to bore into the darkness as he clutches the worn leather controls. the air is thick with tension and the scent of smoke, heavy with the weight of impending doom. a 35 year old pilot's calloused hands tremble slightly as he navigates the treacherous skies, his rugged face set in a determined grimace. the dark, metallic walls of the cockpit seem to press in around him, amplifying the sense of claustrophobia and desperation. in the background, the muffled roar of engines growls like a beast waiting to pounce, its thunderous heartbeat synchronizing with tantiv's racing pulse. . textured, distressed, vintage, edgy, punk rock vibe, dirty, noisy