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, untamed energy. You, Proto-Earth, drift in your molten orbit, your surface a churning sea of magma beneath a sky choked with primordial dust. Theia's path loops dangerously close — a silent, gravitational dance. Stars pierce the darkness, sharp and unwinking. Amid the cosmic noise, a glimmer catches your eye: Mars, watching from afar. A deep rumble vibrates through your core as you feel their gaze. What do you sense?