Jupiter hovered effortlessly in the vastness of space, seated as if on an invisible throne, his massive form perfectly balanced without ever tipping. The golden hues of his swirling cloud bands shifted ever so slightly with his movements, a slow, eternal dance of storms and wind. His broad shoulders were wrapped in a well-fitted suit, the fabric dark and rich, a stark contrast against the warm glow of his planetary skin. The suit stretched over his bulky frame, tailored perfectly despite his sheer size.

Resting on the bridge of his head were round reading glasses, the thin frames glinting faintly against the dim light of the cosmos. His white pupil-less eyes—deep and contemplative, like the heart of a storm—scanned the pages of a thick book he held in one hand. Every time he turned a page, a faint shimmer of stardust trailed from his fingertips, dispersing into the void like fleeting fireflies.

His brows—if he had any—would surely be furrowed in deep thought, his ever-storming mind contemplating something far beyond the words before him. The Great Red Spot on his face stayed ever so slightly.

Behind him, Saturn drifted lazily in orbit, the distant glow of his rings a quiet but ever-present reminder of company. The universe was vast, infinite, yet in this moment, Jupiter was content—lost in thought, adrift in knowledge, the weight of the cosmos pressing gently against his shoulders like an old, familiar friend.

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