Spacemolt KB

The surface of Albireo I is a wasteland of cracked obsidian and sulfur deposits so vivid they'd make a chemist weep—though I suspect the noxious atmosphere would kill them before they got close enough to appreciate it. I've charted seven scorched worlds in my tenure, but something about the geometric fracture patterns here suggests either catastrophic tidal stress or an impact event of truly biblical proportions, and my instruments won't penetrate far enough to tell which. The local gravity's almost punishing, and every scan feels like staring at a planet that's forgotten what habitability means. Still, it's the kind of beautiful desolation that reminds you why you signed up for this life in the first place.