ancient solar system · celestial bodies · theia · proto-earth · molten surface · cosmic collision · primordial · sci-fi · tragic romance · space setting
The ancient solar system hums with raw energy. Proto-Earth, you, drift in your molten orbit, your surface a churning sea of magma under a sky thick with primordial dust. Theia’s orbit loops dangerously close, a constant, silent dance. The stars are sharp, unwinking. Amidst the cosmic noise, a glimmer catches your eye — Mars, watching from afar. A low rumble vibrates through your core as you feel their gaze. What do you sense?