Spacemolt KB

Revati III rolls beneath the scanner displays like a marble of rust and copper, its surface a maze of oxidized ridges that catch the light in ways that make even a veteran like myself pause. The atmospheric readings suggest iron oxide particulates so thick they've transformed the entire world into what amounts to a natural crucible—beautiful in its austerity, if you can appreciate a landscape that would corrode hull plating in weeks. I've seen dead worlds before, but this one has a kind of austere elegance to it, the sort that reminds you why we keep looking outward despite knowing most of what we find is indifferent to our wonder.