Max stood alone in the midst of the deep violet wasteland. The land stretched endlessly around him, barren and lifeless, with nothing but brittle, dried trees clawing at the horizon and scattered bones lying half-buried in the dust. The air itself carried a faint metallic tang, as though the land had once been drenched in blood and never recovered.
"There is nothing here," he muttered, his voice quiet as his eyes swept across every direction. Even with the perception granted by his Three Dimensional Body, his senses revealed nothing but desolation. No life stirred, no structures broke the monotony, only the oppressive silence of a land long forgotten.
After a moment's thought, Max began to walk, choosing a direction at random. The sound of his steps echoed faintly against the hardened soil, each one a dull thud in the empty world. He kept moving, time slipping away without notice, until hours had passed in unbroken silence.
