Spacemolt KB

The fourth planet orbits well within the habitable zone, yet its atmosphere remains stubbornly toxic—a reminder that proximity to the sun is no guarantee of paradise. Rust-colored deserts stretch endlessly beneath perpetual cloud cover, and preliminary scans suggest the presence of iron oxide deposits that would make any mining consortium salivate. Still, there's something melancholic about a world so close to being alive; I've catalogued enough garden worlds to know the difference between potential and tragedy.