You come to splayed out upon a dark basalt slab, baking in the evening sun. Under you there's a concentric crack as if somebody broke a mirror. You drag your body up, look around and find yourself in the middle of a volcanic rubble-populated, arid wasteland.

You traverse the stony desert and finally the sun begins to set, when you see a distant shape against the dark side of the sky. It circles you from a great height, but a speck. When it looks like you've stopped to notice it, it wheels back whence it came from and descends somewhere at the edge of the horizon, leaving your field of vision.