Proamon

Proamon appears through Kane’s memories and the Doctor’s orbital data as a world of jagged crystalline spires piercing a violet-tinged sky, their facets refracting starlight into erratic beams. The air carries the harsh scent of ionized metal and ozone, thickened by the ghostly hum of machine echoes from a civilization long silent. Beneath the spires, terraced layers of obsidian and crumbling alloy descend into shadow, where only the scattered pulses of residual power cores hint at former grandeur. This is a planet erased first by its exiles’ fury and later by the slow unwinding of its sun: a place where identity was forfeit before the last citadel fell, leaving no ruins to mourn, only the burnished void of a world that no longer answers to its name.