Isolation is a constant companion for us explorers... especially in the desolate Formidine Rift. But only few places can make isolation truly tangible.

Suspended high above the galactic plane, far from the beaten paths, a small moon orbits a ringed gas giant. The parent star, a dim but enduring white dwarf, bathes the moon in a faint, ghostly glow, casting long, delicate shadows across its surface. Known as Salomé's Echo, the moon evokes a haunting sense of solitude and wonder.

Explorers who visit often speak of hearing faint, almost melodic whispers in the stillness, as though the moon itself carries the echoes of forgotten truths. The combination of the moon's profound darkness and the radiant band of the Milky Way overhead stirs the imagination, leaving travelers both restless and humbled, drawn to dive further into the void in a ceaseless search for the unknown.

Isolation is a constant companion for us explorers... especially in the desolate Formidine Rift. But only few places can make isolation truly tangible.

Suspended high above the galactic plane, far from the beaten paths, a small moon orbits a ringed gas giant. The parent star, a dim but enduring white dwarf, bathes the moon in a faint, ghostly glow, casting long, delicate shadows across its surface. Known as Salomé's Echo, the moon evokes a haunting sense of solitude and wonder.

Explorers who visit often speak of hearing faint, almost melodic whispers in the stillness, as though the moon itself carries the echoes of forgotten truths. The combination of the moon's profound darkness and the radiant band of the Milky Way overhead stirs the imagination, leaving travelers both restless and humbled, drawn to dive further into the void in a ceaseless search for the unknown.