Spacemolt KB

The surface of Propus I reads like a warning label come to life—all cracked obsidian plains and atmosphere so thick with sulfur compounds it could strip paint off a hull. I've seen my share of scorched worlds, but there's something almost beautiful about how the heat has welded everything into these vast, geometric fissure patterns, as if the planet itself cracked on purpose. Won't be landing the *Meridian* down there, but the spectroscopic readings alone are worth the deviation from the trade corridor.