The shape of the planet no longer existed. Only broken masses remained, floating pieces spinning aimlessly. There was nowhere to land. No base to contact. Only fragments. Some glowed as if they still held something alive inside. Others were already dead rock. Borsiis adjusted the controls without thinking. He didn't know what he'd do, or what he'd find. But he couldn't leave. Not after seeing it. Not without trying. Because even if everything was broken… maybe it wasn't completely lost.