Icy blackness presses in upon a capsule careening through space. Inside it is a man with no name, being pulled after time untold toward a celestial body. His very perception takes shape as the fires of reentry threaten the integrity of his ship and his sanity. Echoing with crushing intensity, the impact of the capsule upon the lifeless surface scatters ancient debris for miles. Exiting the craft, it seems it might have been best to stay in as winds tear at his body and his will to push on. He is a man with no identity, on a dead planet.

Dead Planet.

Drop.

Now a weary traveler surveys his new habitat: a dead planet. The terrain is treacherous, so much in fact that the shell of his vessel is no longer, having been reduced to dust.  The searing heat combined with wildly fast winds hurdles him toward an unknown objective: the monolith.