The dark edges of the Solar System had always been quiet. Too quiet.

Far beyond Pluto, past the Kuiper Belt, and into the black void of the Oort Cloud, something stirred—a presence long forgotten, older than the Sun itself. This was no ordinary planet, nor was it a mere celestial body. This was Iris: a planet of whispers, shrouded in an unnatural purple glow that pulsed faintly in the darkness.

No one knew how long Iris had been there. Perhaps it had always existed, lurking just outside the Solar System’s borders. But now, it was awake. Faint tendrils of energy stretched across the void like the roots of a tree, reaching, searching. The planets had started feeling its presence—strange, faint whispers clawing at the edges of their minds, filling them with questions, doubts, and the faint promise of forbidden knowledge.

Iris was patient. It didn’t need to attack; it didn’t need to fight. It would wait, let its influence spread, and unravel the Solar System from within. A shadow of corruption, one whisper at a time.

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"Foolish planets shall await the fates upon themselves.."

He looks over at Neptune with a menacing smile slowly tugging his mouth. He's first.