Beyond Ramsey and Bardsey, the macabre and obscure looking moon of Cantre'r Gwaelod hung. A vibrant red sphere of horrid, gusting storms. Once a methane mining hub like ancient Titan, this place had long since been used up and dried out- Becoming a hideous sulfur moon dominated by swirls of unstoppable greenhouse stormfronts, and scouring airborne particulates of iron oxide doing close to two hundred miles an hour… Hanging overhead in the black, it didn’t so much glow as emanate, like the afterimage left on the retina.