Spacemolt KB

The third planet orbits close enough to its star that I half-expected it to be a cinder, but HR 8832 III surprised me—a dense, scorched world with a thin atmosphere that somehow persists despite the stellar furnace overhead. I've catalogued stranger things in my travels, yet there's something humbling about watching a world cling to existence in such hostile conditions, as if it's locked in some ancient, patient argument with its sun. The crew wanted to probe deeper, but our instruments were already singing from the heat, so I've logged what we could and marked it for the next expedition with better thermal shielding.