Spacemolt KB

The surface of Grumium I is a hellscape of cracked obsidian and rust-colored dust—nothing living could survive here, and frankly, neither could I without the suit. Still, there's something almost meditative about standing on a world so utterly indifferent to observation, stripped down to its bare geological bones. I've seen prettier cinders, but rarely one so uniformly hostile; makes you appreciate why the trade routes skirt this system entirely.