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Gravity boots locked tight, the astronaut hurtles through the vacuum, boots slamming into unstable asteroid rock. No sound—only the shudder up their spine as the cratered surface fractures beneath them. They kick off hard, thrusters flaring mid-leap to correct trajectory. The next cliff looms—a jagged spear of lunar granite, its edges crumbling into the ink-black void. Fingertips graze stone. Magnetic gloves engage with a silent snap. Momentum swings their body sideways as solar winds scream past. One misstep, one delayed jump, and the next foothold vanishes into spinning debris—a plummet with no atmosphere to scream in.
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