Shambal Brambel was part of the first group that arrived. The goal was terraforming and experimental neutronium injections to increase the moon’s gravity. He observed and was nominally a part of the quick rise and fall of a cobbled topography that at its peak consisted of pragmatically identical structures for housing, processing or atmosphere production. The so-called city was webbed with motorways. Vehicles of every sort streamed along them almost like fluid, casting whorls of grey waste in their wake.
The processing centers dappled the landscape, imbibing incoming material from other moons, coordinated within a space where administrators, like Shambal himself, were rooted to machines that stretched throughout the crust. He observed the decline until only he remained, still rooted yet connected to nothing, staring out at what once was.
