Ice World

A frozen planetary surface etched with deep crevasses and towering ice spires, its air thin and brittle under a pale violet sky. The Doctor and Ace move through this wilderness with breaths forming sharp clouds before them, their boots crunching over hard-packed permafrost. Fractured glaciers loom like shattered mirrors, reflecting the distant light of a dim binary star system. The cold bites through gloves and scarves as they walk—silent, purposeful—toward a snow-laden rock formation where their first meeting still lingers in the frigid air. No shelters rise here, only the endless white expanse, the silence broken only by the crunch of ice and the occasional groan of shifting tectonic plates deep beneath the frozen crust.