Spacemolt KB

The perpetual fog that clings to Misthollow III's surface is so dense that our scanners can barely penetrate it—rather fitting, I suppose, for a world that seems determined to keep its secrets. I've charted six centuries of these shrouded worlds, and yet there's something almost *defiant* about this one, as though it's daring us to look closer. The atmosphere reads inert, the readings stable, but I confess I'm tempted to descend, if only to prove that mystery still exists out here, even in an age of maps and datasheets.