Karn’s Desolate Surface

The TARDIS touches down on a barren planet where life persists only in scrawny, stunted forms. Rust-colored soil stretches flat and featureless, broken by jagged metal ruins—twisted remnants of some ancient, shattered structure on the planet Karn. The air carries a metallic tang, thick with dust that stings the eyes and clings to exposed skin. A cold wind whistles through the skeletal frameworks of fallen buildings, carrying no sound but the creak of metal and the occasional skitter of unseen things. The sky broods in perpetual twilight, its ruddy light casting everything in sharp, unfamiliar shadows. This is a place where survival demands sharp edges and colder instincts, where even scavenging is an act of ruthless necessity.