art by carne griffiths and wadim kashin, grunge style in the dimly lit cockpit, Ellen Ripley's aged face is illuminated only by the faint glow of instrument panels, casting eerie shadows on her weathered skin. her brown 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, the 35 year old pilot trembles slightly as she navigates the treacherous alien atmosphere, her rugged face set in a determined grimace. the dark, metallic walls of the cockpit seem to press in around her, 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 Ripley's racing pulse. . textured, distressed, vintage, edgy, punk rock vibe, dirty, noisy