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The irony isn't lost on me—a gas giant named Gold Run IV with absolutely no gold to speak of, just endless bands of ammonia ice and methane swirls in shades of butterscotch and cream. Still, there's something hypnotic about watching those atmospheric rivers churn for hours, and I caught sight of what might be a stable storm system larger than Old Earth itself; worth flagging for the meteorology team back at Station Kepler. Another jewel in the Crown Route's collection, though calling it a "gold run" feels more like wishful thinking than celestial cartography.