Chloris

Chloris hangs in the void beyond all civilized space, a world of jagged rocks and half-collapsed cities where the air still carries the scent of rusted metal and scorched stone. Fifteen years of confinement transformed its landscape into a place neither habitable nor welcoming—stalagmites of fused minerals claw upward from the cracked plains, the skeletal remains of towers that once housed Erato’s prison embedded in the core like a foreign object left to fester. The neutron star’s approach casts an eerie twilight across the dead surface, stretching shadows that seem to remember torture and betrayal. Here, survival means enduring its cruelty; negotiation means staring into its ruins and knowing the planet will wipe out everyone if the Doctor fails.