Debris Field — Shattered Station Orbit

A 12-second 16:9 elegiac space sequence: picking through a debris field where a station died. The scene opens on the wreckage, a broken ring section turning slowly, solar wings snapped like twigs, a thousand glittering fragments catching the sun, the black absolute beyond. 0-4s: The drone weaves into the field, passing a crew module with its door blown outward, frozen coolant crystals sparkling in a drifting cloud, fragments tumbling in slow silence, each catching the light in turn. 4-8s: The weave continues past a shattered viewport where a child's drawing floats, spinning gently, crayon colors vivid against the dark; a rescue beacon pulses patiently on a broken truss, its light sweeping the debris in a hopeless rhythm. 8-12s: The drone pulls through the field's far edge, the wreckage thinning, the beacon's pulse still visible behind, the broken ring turning on, indifferent and beautiful. A spacesuit glove tumbles past the viewport, fingers curled, spinning with terrible slowness. The beacon's pulse catches a drifting insulation panel, lighting its torn edge gold for one sweep before the dark takes it back. Subject and craft: broken ring section, snapped solar wings, crew module, child's drawing, coolant crystals, rescue beacon, glittering fragments. Camera: careful weaving motion through the wreckage. Lighting: sunlit fragments against black, beacon pulses. Mood: somber, beautiful, elegiac. Style: space realism, slow deliberate motion, photorealistic.