SWCC, In a dimly lit Star Wars Cantina, nestled in the heart of Mos Eisley spaceport on Tatooine, a solitary woman with long, black hair cascading down her back is captured in a close- up portrait shot. Her outfit, a mix of practicality and rebellion, consists of a form- fitting, high- collared jumpsuit in deep crimson, adorned with intricate silver patterns that shimmer faintly under the flickering neon lights. She stands with her back to the camera, leaning against the cold metal bar, one hand resting on its surface while the other cradles a glass of blue milk. Her closed eyes reflect a serene yet determined expression, as if lost in thought amidst the cacophony of alien sounds and laughter swirling around her