"A lifeless Pandoran plain stretches to the horizon under a darkened sky devoid of moons. Gray scree and scrub brush are all that populate the desolate waste. No bioluminescent blooms flame in the biosphere's standing dead forests. No cries sound on the wind from banshees silenced long ago. No thanator eyes glint amidst the dead wood thickets, their glow extinguished without recruits to the night or prey left to hunt. No rockcrawlers float above to warn or threaten, messages stopped from chests that sustain no more biolight."