The sun beats down on a desert world. There’s a slight breeze blowing, and dry plants and dust are blown around in swirls.There’s a dilapidated shelter, tarps and cloth blowing gently in the breeze and the rusted out shell of an old truck lays half buried in sand. A person walks through the land, leaving footprints in the dust, exposing the reddish ground beneath. In the distance, a city looms, extending high up into the sky. It’s a society built up from this wasteland world. A gleaming beacon See more