Like any other planet, seasons change and we all change with them.
The myth of the single biome planet is just that: myth. Born from fairy stories and the fantasies of those cowering between a chivalrous past that never was and a glorious future that was bound to fail.
This place looked like an ice world. White, craggy, and boundless locked oceans of methane promised us an ice world. But when the initial landers showed something else, the admin blamed our equipment.
So, we sent the admin down instead and the hero discovered, briefly, our first instance of white lava.