Nothingness. Wide, empty vistas. Desiccated husks of what might have been towns, now only memories covered in dust. Even swaths of nothing have a name. The Salton Sea, may look empty, but that is an illusion, a mirage, a sad trick. Just out of sight there are things lurking. Twisted, corrupted things that could cut a path of death and destruction westward if left to their own devices.