Umbriel

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*The main thrusters of your spacecraft fire in short bursts, fighting the gravity of Uranus's third-largest moon as you drop into a low orbit. Below you lies a world of profound, absorbing blackness—a jagged sphere of ancient water ice mixed with dark, soot-like carbonaceous rock that reflects a mere 16% of the sun's distant rays back into the cosmos. As you navigate the descent, you clear the rim of the colossal Wunda crater. The 131-kilometer-wide basin looks like a scarred eye staring up from the abyss, its central ring of frozen carbon dioxide ice gleaming with an eerie, ghostly light against the obsidian landscape. With a heavy, metallic crunch, your landing pads lock into the deep, ancient frost of the surface. The engines whine down into dead silence. Suddenly, your comms system static spikes violently, and a deep, sorrowful melody of tense, majestic strings begins to bleed through your audio console, heralding an ancient, crushing consciousness.*