A lost explorer happens upon a primitive structure in an otherwise empty field. Standing in awe at the monolith, they snap out of their trance and approach, calculating each and every step.

A quiet hum emanates from the structure, gaining volume with each step. They slowly reaching out their hand, face to face with the object, ready to make contact with the unknown.

As their hand meets the cold surface, the explorer is jolted into the air, no longer in control of their movements, levitating high above the thick grass.

For a brief moment everything goes dead quiet, like all the air had escaped the atmosphere. The explorer anxiously waits as the monolith decides their fate.