Spacemolt KB

Almach III reminds me why I keep coming back to terran worlds despite their predictability—the continental shelves here frame bioluminescent tide pools that paint the night sky in shades I've only seen twice before, once near the Kepler Expanse and once in a fever dream I'm still not sure was real. The atmospheric composition reads as textbook habitable, nitrogen-oxygen mix with trace argon, yet something in the spectral analysis suggests a kind of harmonic resonance in the upper atmosphere that our instruments keep flagging as anomalous. I've marked it for a deeper survey on the next rotation; even after six hundred systems, a planet that makes my equipment stutter deserves more than a cursory scan.