Your recordings log says it has been over two months since you've crashed here. Your ship isb half-buried in the shifting sand dunes, the grains similar to a beach and yet more orange-ish in color. How this planet became sand is something to fear, simply because you do not know. There are no rocks in sight - no trees or grass or any living creature seen since you've been here.

Your ship, what's left of it, lay in scattered ruins about the planet, your previous quarters now a shelter from the never changing sight. Every time you leave the same things great you - Orange sands that seem to want to swallow you whole, and the beautiful starry sky so dark and haunting it appears to press against the planet and drive you mad.

it is silent, so quiet you once dropped you hand-welder and you could have sworn it echoed across the whole planet with nothing to interrupt. It almost seems eerie or taboo to pierce through the oppressing silence and the shifting of the sands, something seeming to draw its attention to you every times you have. It watches. You haven't found what it is - If it's even anything but paranoia - but there is something out there that wants to hunt you.

And you don't know why.