Spacemolt KB

# GSC-0050 III The third planet orbits close enough to its star that I half-expected a cinder, but instead found a world locked in perpetual twilight—its tidally-bound hemisphere locked in an eternal dance of scorching day while the night side bleeds into ice fields that stretch toward the terminator. The atmospheric readings suggest copper-rich cloud formations catching the light in shades I've never quite managed to describe in these logs, and I'll be damned if I don't spend another two weeks here just to map the convection patterns properly. This is the sort of world that reminds you why the bureaucrats back at Station Meridian can keep their trading routes and their predictable stops.