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About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Prompt Platform – ChatGPT, Grok, Deepseek, Gemini, Copilot, Midjourney, Meta AI and more
- Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – VEO 3 Prompt for Space Survival Story – The Last Orbit
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The interior of the ‘Odyssey’ bridge is a symphony of chaos and controlled panic, a scene of technological despair rendered in excruciatingly high fidelity. The primary lighting is gone, replaced by the hellish, pulsating strobes of crimson emergency alerts that paint the sleek, metallic surfaces in rhythmic waves of blood-red. Sparks erupt from a fractured conduit overhead, a shower of incandescent particles that drift lazily in the microgravity, their brief, fiery lives contrasting with the oppressive, cold darkness lurking in the cabin’s corners. The main control console, a sprawling arc of obsidian glass and brushed aluminum, is a tapestry of critical warnings and cascading error messages in a stark, angular font. Every surface reflects the chaos; the polished floor panels show distorted, elongated figures of the two crew members moving with urgent, practiced motions. Dust and minute debris, shaken loose by the initial impact, dance in the intersecting beams of red light, creating a sense of a world violently disturbed and coming apart. The very air seems to hum with a low, gut-wrenching frequency, the sound of a great machine in its death throes. Commander Eva Rostova, her dark hair pulled into a severe, functional bun that not a single strand escapes from, and the faint, old scar on her cheekbone starkly visible in the strobing light, stands firm. Her movements are economical, her hands flying across a holographic interface with a calm precision that belies the shrieking alarms. Opposite her, Dr. Aris Thorne, his sandy-blond hair dishevelled and his blue eyes wide with analytical terror behind his HUD-integrated glasses, grips the edge of his station, his knuckles white. The contrast between them is the heart of the scene: her stoic command against his intellectual, palpable fear. The entire environment is designed to feel claustrophobic and immense at the same time—the tight confines of the bridge against the infinite, unforgiving void visible through the forward viewport, where the silent, distant stars mock their struggle.
🎵 Tone: Suspenseful, Urgent, Desperate
🎬 Scene 2
The chaotic symphony of alarms softens to a persistent, mournful beep, the red emergency lights replaced by the cold, clinical blue-white glow of a massive holographic schematic that dominates the center of the bridge. This three-dimensional representation of the ‘Odyssey’ floats in the zero-gravity air between Commander Eva Rostova and Dr. Aris Thorne, a ghost of the magnificent vessel it once was. The hologram is a brutal diagnosis: vast sections of the ship are rendered in a stark, angry red, indicating total system failure and irreparable structural breaches. Jagged lines representing hull fractures spiderweb across the engine section, and the life support module flickers ominously between yellow and red. The level of detail is staggering; one can see individual broken conduits and ruptured fuel lines within the transparent wireframe. The light from the hologram casts complex, shifting patterns of blue and red onto the faces of the two astronauts, illuminating their expressions with a detached, surgical clarity. Eva, her grey eyes narrowed and her posture unyielding, circles the hologram slowly, her expression a mask of grim assessment. The same dark grey jumpsuit and tight bun define her silhouette against the glowing blueprint. Aris, his blue-grey uniform seeming to absorb the cold light, points a trembling finger at the ship’s core. His HUD-glasses flicker as they interface with the data, overlaying his view with streams of telemetry that only confirm the visual horror. The ambient light from the starfield outside the main viewport provides a subtle, melancholic fill, dusting the scene with the faint silver of distant starlight and reminding them of their profound isolation. The air is still thick with the faint, acrid smell of ozone from the earlier electrical fires, a ghost of the violence that brought them to this moment.
🎵 Tone: Grim, Somber, Analytical
🎬 Scene 3
The holographic schematic dissolves into a million points of blue light, plunging the bridge back into a profound, heavy silence, broken only by the near-subliminal hum of emergency life support. The only significant light source now is the immense forward viewport, a panoramic window to the cosmos. Dominating the view is Earth, a breathtaking, swirling marble of brilliant blue, stark white, and verdant green, hanging in the blackness like a divine jewel. It is painfully beautiful, achingly alive. Its gentle, reflected light floods the cockpit, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal glow that softens the hard, technological edges of the control panels and consoles. The light catches the subtle textures of Eva’s dark grey uniform and Aris’s blue-grey one, and for a moment, they look less like soldiers in a losing war and more like silent observers at a grand celestial theater. They float side-by-side, their movements slow and lethargic in the microgravity, as if the weight of their realization has a physical mass. Eva, her commanding presence momentarily softened, has her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the continents below. The scar on her cheek seems less a mark of battle and more a line of history. Aris has removed his glasses, and the absence of the HUD reveals the raw, unguarded sorrow in his blue eyes as he stares at the home he will never reach. A single, perfect tear wells in the corner of his eye, held there by surface tension, a tiny, glittering sphere reflecting the image of the planet. The silence between them is not empty; it’s filled with unspoken goodbyes, with the memories of a life lived on that vibrant world below, and with the crushing finality of their situation. The immense, silent beauty of space serves as a cruel and magnificent backdrop to their intimate, human tragedy.
🎵 Tone: Melancholic, Resigned, Poignant
🎬 Scene 4
A sudden resolve cuts through the melancholic stillness. Commander Eva Rostova pushes off from the viewport with a fluid, determined motion, her body gliding through the zero-gravity environment towards the communication console. Her face, previously a mask of resignation, is now set with purpose, the soft light from Earth catching the sharp planes of her cheeks and the determined glint in her grey eyes. The tight bun of her dark hair remains perfectly intact, a small testament to her unshakeable discipline. She arrives at the comms station, a panel still glowing with a faint amber light, a sign of its auxiliary power source. Her fingers dance across the holographic interface that springs to life, bringing up complex encryption sequences and data transmission protocols. The light from the screen illuminates her focused expression and the ISA patch on her dark grey jumpsuit. Her mission is no longer about survival, but about legacy. She is preparing to send their final gift to the world they can no longer touch. Dr. Aris Thorne, his moment of sorrow interrupted, watches her from across the bridge. His expression shifts from grief to a dawning understanding, and then to a profound respect. He pushes himself towards his own science station, his movements now mirroring her purposefulness. The blue-grey of his uniform is a stark contrast to the amber glow of the active consoles as he begins to collate years of research—star charts, xenobiological data, engine efficiency logs—into a single, compressed data packet. The bridge is filled with the quiet, focused energy of two professionals executing their final duty with unwavering dedication. The backdrop of the beautiful, distant Earth remains, no longer a symbol of loss, but a destination for their life’s work.
🎵 Tone: Determined, Hopeful, Selfless
🎬 Scene 5
As the master data file compiles, a process that takes a few precious, agonizing minutes, a brief lull descends upon the bridge. Dr. Aris Thorne, his part in the final transmission momentarily complete, drifts near his personal locker, which has been sprung open by the earlier impact. His gaze falls upon a small, personal datapad floating just inside. With a gentle, melancholic movement, he reaches for it. The device flickers to life in his hand, its screen illuminating his face with a warm, soft light that contrasts sharply with the cold, ambient glow of the cosmos. On the screen is not data or schematics, but a holographic photograph—a vibrant, sun-drenched image of a woman with a kind smile and a young boy with his own sandy hair, both laughing on a green, terrestrial field. For a moment, Aris is no longer a brilliant scientist at the edge of existence; he is just a husband and a father. He traces the holographic cheek of the child with his finger, the image shimmering slightly at his touch. His blue eyes, which have been filled with analytical fear and then somber acceptance, now overflow with a profound, quiet love and an unbearable sense of loss. He brings the datapad closer to his face, his breath fogging the corner of the device. Commander Eva Rostova, ever-watchful from her station, observes him, but her gaze is not impatient or critical. It is filled with a deep, quiet empathy. She turns her head slightly, affording him this private moment of goodbye. The relentless countdown timer for the data burst, displayed on a secondary screen, is the only reminder of their ticking clock, its silent, descending numbers a stark counterpoint to the timeless, emotional gravity of Aris’s personal farewell.
🎵 Tone: Intimate, Heartbreaking, Loving
🎬 Scene 6
The data transmission completes. A single, affirmative chime echoes through the bridge, followed by an immediate and profound power down. The amber glow of the consoles dies, the final emergency beep fades into nothingness, and the last hum of the machinery ceases. The ‘Odyssey’ is now truly dead, a silent metal tomb drifting on its final trajectory. The only light remaining is the pure, unfiltered starlight and the brilliant, reflected glow of Earth, which now seems brighter and more imposing than ever. In this sudden, absolute silence, Dr. Aris Thorne switches off his personal datapad, the warm image of his family vanishing into the darkness. He turns slowly, his movements graceful in the absence of gravity, to face Commander Eva Rostova. She, in turn, pushes away from the now-dark comms panel to meet his gaze. They float in the center of the bridge, suspended between the dead technology that failed them and the living world they saved. All the frantic energy, the analytical fear, the desperate hope, has evaporated. What remains is a quiet, powerful understanding that requires no words. Aris’s face, no longer contorted by grief or anxiety, is calm. Eva’s stoic mask has fallen away, replaced by an expression of serene, shared acceptance. Her piercing grey eyes meet his sorrowful blue ones, and in that look, they acknowledge their shared fate, their shared sacrifice, and the deep, platonic bond forged in the crucible of this final mission. The vastness of space outside seems to press in on them, but instead of feeling claustrophobic, it feels strangely peaceful, as if the universe itself is holding its breath in respect for their quiet courage. Her dark grey uniform and his blue-grey one are just simple clothes now, their ranks and roles irrelevant in these final moments.
🎵 Tone: Peaceful, Serene, Accepting
🎬 Scene 7
In a shared, unspoken decision, Eva and Aris turn from each other and drift towards the grand forward viewport. Their movements are no longer frantic or even purposeful in a mission-oriented way; they are slow, deliberate, and deeply human. It is a final pilgrimage to the best view in the house. They arrive at the massive pane of reinforced transparent aluminum, the vibrant sphere of Earth filling their entire field of vision. The planet is slowly rotating, revealing the familiar shapes of continents and the swirling patterns of weather systems. A sunrise is beginning to crest over the planet’s limb, a brilliant, explosive line of gold and orange that spills across the curve of the Earth and sends long, warm rays of light into the dark cockpit. This divine light illuminates the tiny dust motes still dancing in the air, transforming them from debris into a shower of golden particles. It catches the silver piping on Eva’s dark uniform and warms the cool blue-grey of Aris’s. Eva reaches out her hand, not to a console or a tool, but to Aris. He takes it without hesitation, their gloveless fingers interlocking in a grip that is both firm and gentle. They float there, side by side, hand in hand, two small figures dwarfed by the cosmic spectacle before them. Their reflections are faint ghosts on the viewport’s surface, superimposed over the image of the world they are about to rejoin in the most elemental way. There is no more fear on their faces, only a profound sense of awe and a quiet tranquility. They are not just watching a sunrise; they are watching their final sunrise, and they are watching it together.
🎵 Tone: Awe-inspiring, Bittersweet, Transcendent
🎬 Scene 8
The tranquility of the sunrise view begins to give way to an intense, terrifying beauty. A subtle, low-frequency vibration starts to run through the ‘Odyssey’s’ frame, the first touch of Earth’s upper atmosphere. Outside the viewport, the blackness of space is rapidly being replaced by a thin, electric-blue haze. This haze quickly intensifies, and small, incandescent trails of plasma begin to lick at the edges of the viewport, like fiery celestial tendrils. The golden light of the sunrise is consumed and overpowered by an encroaching, brilliant whiteness. The interior of the bridge is flooded with this impossibly bright light, which erases all shadows and bleaches all color from their uniforms. Eva’s dark grey suit and Aris’s blue-grey one both appear stark white in the glare. The heat is palpable now, the viewport glowing with a fierce, internal energy. Yet, their faces show no panic. Eva, her scar now invisible in the overwhelming light, closes her eyes and leans her head slightly towards Aris. He, in turn, meets her gesture, their temples almost touching. A serene smile plays on his lips. Their intertwined hands are the last point of detail visible, a solid anchor in the disintegrating world. The low vibration escalates into a deafening, roaring crescendo as the ship is fully consumed by the fiery embrace of atmospheric entry. The view outside is no longer a planet or a sunrise, but a pure, abstract inferno of white and orange energy. The very structure of the bridge begins to groan and tear, but the image focuses on the two of them, their peaceful expressions a stark defiance of the violent destruction around them. The light grows impossibly bright, a pure, white totality that fills the screen, consuming everything, until there is nothing left but the light and the soaring, cathartic sound of the score.
🎵 Tone: Cathartic, Intense, Spiritual