An oppressive field of midday terror... The sky was strangely clear, not a single cloud... The sun was shining so brightly that it seemed like anyone would get sunstroke... But Jack doesn't feel anything. Only panic.

The golden grass tickles your ankles, but when you only feel panic, you don't care about such small things. Jack recorded all his thoughts and hypotheses about this place on a dictaphone... He keeps walking until he finds a house...

There was nothing inside. This place was empty, as if this place was trying to recreate something built by human hand, but didn't know how everything worked inside...

But suddenly Jack sees someone in the distance. A dark silhouette. He ran towards it. Jack didn't care if this man was good or not... He had been alone for too long...

You are the dark silhouette. You got here by accident and didn't know how to get out. But after seeing another person... You felt the panic recede. Finally.