Thaldris - The Ice Planet

Thaldris – The Ice Planet Three Perspectives

 

View from Space

The planet lies deep in cosmic darkness, a shimmering jewel of ice and water, orbited by two moons that watch over its oceans. Its hue is unique—a cool blue with white, jagged regions at the poles, streaked with dark earth tones where landmasses peek through the ice. The two suns cast their light over the surface, but it is not a radiant world. The larger star bathes the regions in soft, diffused light, while the smaller sun is little more than a shadow, a glow at the edge of the horizon. Water dominates, its depths dark and restless, yet countless islands scatter like splinters across its surface. There are no vast continents, only small fragments of land resisting the power of the oceans. The two moons pull at each other with their gravity, creating strong currents and a tidal movement that sweeps across the world—powerful but not chaotic. Their pale, stony surfaces appear almost watchful, as if maintaining the balance between water and ice.  

Bird’s-Eye View

A massive bird rises into the air, its wings beating powerfully against the planet’s high gravity. Below, seemingly endless ice sheets stretch from the land’s solid core, forming a vast frozen ring that pushes into the water. The island chains appear like broken remnants of an ancient world, covered in dark forests, their low trees bending under the force of gravity. Between them lie fjord-like waterways, shaped by the tides—every river, coastline, and piece of land feels the pull of the moons. Farther out, the open sea expands. The ocean is never still, its surface alive with motion, its depths a realm of giants. Creatures with no size limits roam the water—beings that sometimes approach the shores, nesting in the icy cliffs before returning to the darkness of the deep. Above, beyond the clouds, the two moons linger. Their slow, extended paths stretch across the sky, their gravity lifting and lowering the waters in an endless cycle.  

Human’s Perspective

– At the North Pole He stands on solid ground—beneath the ice lies a continent, firm and stable, while in front of him the frozen outer shelf begins. The edge of the icy ring meets the dark sea, where the waves never rest. The sky above him is alien. The large sun hangs low on the horizon, its light muted, little more than a faint glow. The second sun seems almost like an illusion, its influence minimal, its presence more a play of shadows than actual light. Then, at night, the two moons are all he sees. They dominate the sky, large and calm, yet deeply felt—their force pulls the water, shapes the winds, and stretches the darkness longer. Every step on the ice is a step into a world that changes only slowly. The cold is ancient, deep, enduring—a home for those who have learned to defy it.