Landscapes jagged ever flowing, for almost everything has perished. Formations litter the hazy yellowed sky, traces of existence buried beneath miles of sedimentary rubble. Violent seizures reveal fresh wounds on the surface, he vertigo inducing chasm cuts deep into the gaseous core. Spewing vile clouds that rise and hover but soon vanish to become one of the atmosphere, how was this polluted shell once ever called a home? The cycles of life cease nearly complete amebic remnants of once a thriving colony. Soon the moons with cross paths and blanket the entire region in its inky darkness, shadows drench the rust hued soil as its ominous figures amorphously form. The cold settles in and the winds become still. Rarely this display is to be witnesses not of a settlers eye but through the minds of the passing. Crippled the shoes built of hideous blackness seems to invite the dormant evils within, this is not a place to call home, this place is not fit for the worst felons sins. Coordinates mapped, tagged with a symbolic omen, never to be a visitor again...