Two celestial bodies, locked in a cosmic waltz, eternally orbiting each other in a silent, iridescent dance. The top one is like a gas giant dipped in glitch-art—fractals of electric blues, solar flares of neon yellows, and a whisper of pink, like the last light of a dying star. Below, its twin shimmers in softer hues, a molten gold horizon blending into the deep void, speckled with tiny cosmic dust storms.

It’s like you’re staring into the universe’s private light show, some secret planetary ballet that only reveals itself to those who know how to really look. You can almost hear the ambient synth soundtrack playing in the background, something obscure, something analog.