A lone wander walks amongst the ravaged and desolate remains of the world now forgotten. When it is cold the air itself freezes and when it grows hot the clouds extinguish and when it rains, it burns like acid. Many others left alive have been reduced to husks acting only out of pure instinct and in a world burned and left to rot, he pushes forward and yet still has no direction or destination in mind. He walks without thought, a lonely man beneath the withered western skies and all that's left to live is a tale of existence where the salliter dries.