This is a world of bones. A place that once was living and is no longer. The creatures here have calcified with age to their components. The bones are a frame and that which once hung upon it is now the dust, sand and salt that scatters across this dead land.

Could it be that something so important would lay here? Could it still be in this tragic place? This macabre scene? These bones are empty and the dust they have shed covers nothing. Whatever was here once is gone and you have no interest in the ancient, lost place.

Perhaps billions lived here once. Now there is only you. That makes you better than them. Because you are living and can still find it. You close your eyes and walk without looking. You need your goal, but you have infinite time.