The surface of the shattered moon was a monument to absolute, suffocating desolation.
There was no atmosphere, no wind, and no ambient warmth. The landscape was a jagged, fractured expanse of hyper-dense lunar ice and crushed gray rock, cast in the harsh, unfiltered glare of the distant sun.
The celestial vessel set down silently in the center of a massive crater.
Before the hatch opened, the siblings established their environmental perimeter. Zenith slammed his Logic Rod into the ship's deck, compiling a localized gravity and atmospheric pressure bubble. Elara stepped to the hatch, wrapping the exterior of Zenith's invisible bubble in a thin, microscopic layer of the void, perfectly insulating the internal oxygen from the fatal, freezing vacuum outside.
The hatch hissed open.
