A carmine blur swept deeper into the night, thinking: [s][i][b][color=9e0b0f]Do We Desire What We Love ?[/color][/b][/i][/s]

Impact.

White plumes of shattered ice and vapour shot vertically into the sky. Too weak to recall its lost mass, the moon soon gained a ring that drew lines across the sight of its mother.

Isonymph splattered in its own crater.

The force of impact had smashed it into a pale green fluid that now rode the wave of its own collision. Chunks of frost tumbled in the spreading cloud, a ring of steam that grew only denser as it moved. Denser, thicker. More vivid.

Chartreuse threads leapt and coiled between the scattered icebergs. They bit, they clung, they chased the wind. The Isonymph swept across the planet in a pulse, from one pole to the other.

Tundras watched the wall of fog approach, give way to acid green, then empty into life.

Sporewalkers chased the midday sun, the length of their stride more than enough to match the planet's spin. Between their gargantuan shadows grew razored hollow cages, spheres of wax and water with nuclear light at their core, studded into the ground like fallen stars.

The spindly giants strode on, and others followed in the shade of their disc-like skulls. Pale orbs grew glassy, revealing the fetal eyes within, and began to spin, thousands of wheels and gyros chasing the next geyser to erupt.

Vivid red plumes of ammonia and methane shot into the atmosphere, sending clouds of microbia into low orbit. They clustered, they drank the sun, and in great billowing sheets like silken tents, collapsed once more to the ice. There the frozen ground grew arms, and shining xenon blood pulsed through the veins of those who came to scavenge.

Isonymph reformed at the opposite end of the planet, the ring of life closing up in a puff of steam. Pale green bubbled away into carmine, and the Avatar leapt off into the sky once more.

It saluted the bright star Ilunabar on its way to Galbar.

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