The air inside the dome hissed as Kael adjusted his visor, the faint scent of ozone mingling with the sterile recirculation of recycled breath. Outside, the horizon stretched in jagged ridges of obsidian stone, bisected by the pale glow of…
The air inside the station tasted metallic, like rusted pipes and static. Kael Vorn adjusted his gloves, fingers brushing against the reinforced polymer of his suit as he stepped into the dimly lit corridor. The hum of machinery pulsed through…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her visor, the thin layer of frost already clinging to the lens as she stepped onto the crimson dunes of Eos-9. The air here tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone, a constant reminder of…