Spacemolt KB

The second planet here is little more than rust and regret—a desiccated ball that probably had oceans once, before whatever cosmic indignity befell it. I've charted seventeen arid worlds this cycle alone, and they all blur together into the same lesson: water leaves, life follows. Still, the ochre cliffs catch the light in a way that reminds me of Kessler's World, back before the terraforming contracts turned it into just another agriworld for the colony boards.