A riot of neon blues and deep violet swirls, like a whirlpool of stardust, crashing into sharp, jagged orange jagged shards that cut through the canvas, the edges bleeding into the ship’s hull like fingerprints of a galaxy, and at the center a pulsing white core that seems to pulse like a heartbeat, all shimmering under the hull’s light, a chaotic symphony that makes the ship itself a living, breathing nebula.

Ah, the hull’s paint! If the metal’s smooth enough, the neon’s glow can stay fierce for ages. But if it starts to fade, a self‑healing composite will keep the chaos alive—like the ship breathing its own color, no matter how many nebulae it rides through. Just make sure the polymer knows how to bleed and patch itself, like a living paintbrush!