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Picture yourself drifting through the void of space, over a billion kilometers from the warm embrace of our Sun. Out here, our star is nothing more than a bright dot—brilliant, yes, but utterly devoid of warmth. You’re hovering above a tiny moon, no bigger than the state of Colorado, wrapped in a s…

Picture yourself drifting through the void of space, over a billion kilometers from the warm embrace of our Sun. Out here, our star is nothing more than a bright dot—brilliant, yes, but utterly devoid of warmth. You’re hovering above a tiny moon, no bigger than the state of Colorado, wrapped in a shell of ice so cold that steel would shatter like glass. The temperature plunges to minus 180 degrees Celsius. Nothing should survive here. Nothing should move. And yet… beneath that frozen crust, hidd