‎A city covered with ruins and dunes. Shatterlands. ‎Hot air scattered red dust in the atmosphere, the particles burning against skin and lungs alike. The ground beneath vibrated like a pulse, slow and steady it almost felt ominous. A pale blue sky, empty of constellations or sunlight, stretched above them, staring back with nothing more to offer. One could see skulls and bleached bones half-buried in the sand. Some were human-shaped, most were not. ‎Eight figures emerged from the horizon, their silhouette wrapped by heat. Their feet sank into the deep, red sand as they moved, and by the looks, one could say exhaustion was their companion as they dragged every step. ‎ ‎They walked divided into three fragments; Sonia and Yuri led the way, followed by five pleiadians, they walked quietly but held an alert and watchful expression. Then, Logan followed behind, deliberately far behind. His face was carved from stone, and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were now white. ‎