In the vast, endless void of space, deep within a sprawling asteroid field, drifted a colossal vessel—silent, dormant, and surrounded by a shimmering blue energy field that repelled every asteroid that dared approach.
In the vast, endless void of space, deep within a sprawling asteroid field, drifted a colossal vessel—silent, dormant, and surrounded by a shimmering blue energy field that repelled every asteroid that dared approach.
Some of these asteroids dwarfed planets—massive enough to rival even Jupiter or Saturn. Yet none breached the vessel's barrier. It sat untouched in the chaos, like a forgotten god floating in deep space.
The ship's hull gleamed faintly under the weak light of a distant dwarf star. Sleek, flawless, almost glowing—it looked as if it had just left the shipyard. Not a single scratch marred its surface. Its design was elegant, yet monstrous, armed with weapons so massive they gave the ship a feral presence. A beast forged from steel and silence.
Inside, endless corridors stretched through its hull's layered with massive chambers, laboratories, and halls. One such chamber held thousands of humans—motionless in cryogenic pods, frozen in time, as if waiting for something. Or someone.
Back outside, the ship loomed—a monument to lost engineering, untouched by battle, unsullied by time. No insignia marked its pristine hull. There was no sign of its builders, its purpose, or its composition. It was an enigma floating in silence, unseen by any.
A single, immensely large chamber, separate from the rest of the vessel, housed one other cryogenic pod, vastly different from the thousands within the core. Its structure, or at least its edges, was made of pure, crystal white with a hint of green in it. Even the glass of the pod was fashioned from some unknown, green, jade-like material which, though the color of Imperial green, was completely transparent.
Anyone who stood in this chamber would utter only one word: luxury. While the cryogenic pod itself appeared strange compared to the others, the sheer opulence of its construction materials made its weirdness secondary. The room itself was breathtaking, a testament to grandeur and opulence—a place where the magnificence of ancient architecture met the refined comfort of the northern style that made the chamber appear so stunning.
To step inside the chamber was to be taken aback by its sheer scale—it was that immense and massive. Despite being filled with layers of advanced technology—like the rest of the ship—the chamber exuded a strangely ancient aura. Instead of the cold, sterile feel of the futuristic design that defined the vessel, this hall radiated a harmony of eras: the future intertwined with the past.
Yet it was the ancient essence that prevailed. The air carried the faint, earthy scent of stone—an aroma reminiscent of old palaces, timeless and dignified, lingering beneath the metallic undertone of the ship.
But all the grandeur and ancient essence of the hall faded the moment one looked upward. Their eyes met the magnificent dome-like ceiling—painted in shades of white and deep brown, with faint traces of gold at its edges. Drawn upon it was a true masterpiece upon true masterpiece, every inch of the done was adorned with intricate frescoes that drew the eye and held it captive.
Across this vast celestial canvas, a cosmic war unfolded—an epic battle between countless races and species, immortalised in colour and motion, frozen forever in the art above.
On this canvas of metal, that looked more like stone, an epic cosmic war was unfolding. The intricate frescoes depicted humanity locked in a fierce, desperate conflict against multiple alien races. There were the hulking forms of Orcs, their green skin a stark contrast to the brilliant explosions happening across the battlefield, and the majestic scale figures of Dragon-Men, alongside many other legendary, mythical races.
Humanity was not alone in this battle, but they stood distinct from their enemies, composed of a myriad of races fighting with their own unique might.
Leading the charges were towering Mechas, their metallic bodies made up of different kinds of alloys. Their powerful weapons, some cold, some energy-based, were rendered with breathtaking detail. Their forms were varied: some sleek, while others were bulky and formidable, categorised by their form like that of knights, swordsmen, snipers, and other classes.
The knight Mechas cut through the chaos of battle, while the swordsmen Mechas used their agile frames to fight and cut through the crush of battle, and the snipers covered them from behind.
They weren't alone; behind these Mechas, fleets of battleships, battle cruisers, and other vessels filled the cosmic space, their guns blazing and their shields glowing from the attack of the enemy.
The art captured action in two spheres: the explosive cosmic war in space and the silent, yet equally deadly, battles waged across various planets.
The artistry was so profound, so full of passion and life, that it transcended mere art. It was a visceral experience, painted with such realism that the longer one stared, the more the lines between observer and participant blurred.
One could feel the ground shake with the thunder of Mechas going toe-to-toe with Orcs and other races, and the heat of explosions that were going off in the silent threat of space.
You weren't viewing a battle; you were in the war, fighting for the betterment of your race. The artist, whoever they were, managed to capture the raw emotion of the fight—the fear, the courage, the desperation, and the fury of all participants, be they human or alien, was imbued in the ceiling above.
It was a magical feeling that would definitely leave anyone awestruck and full of wonder, making one question again who this artist was and how they were able to depict this battle with such clarity, creating something so vivid and powerful that it made you feel as though you were one of the many souls caught in that painted battlefield. The art on the ceiling was more than a depiction; it was like an experience—a living memory of war that felt both distant and terrifyingly real.