It was a desolate planet, with nothing but endless stretches of sand and the occasional outcropping of jagged rock. The traveler had been wandering for days, searching for any sign of civilization; But as he trudged through the dunes, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him. He turned to look over his shoulder, but there was nothing there. He shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts from his mind. It must have been the heat, he told himself. The sun beat down on him mercilessly, and he had been without water for hours.But as he stumbled on, the feeling only grew stronger. He was being followed, he was sure of it. And then he saw it: a faint glow on the horizon, like a beacon in the darkness. He quickened his pace, hoping to reach the light and find some kind of shelter. But as he drew closer, he realized that the glow was coming from a strange, twisted tower, unlike anything he had ever seen before. Despite his better judgment, he couldn't resist the pull of the tower. He approached it cautiously, his hand on his weapon. But as he stepped inside, he was immediately enveloped in a wave of dizziness and confusion. The walls seemed to twist and writhe around him, and strange, otherworldly voices whispered in his ear. He fell to his knees, his head spinning. And then, with a flash of realization, he understood. He shouldn't have turned left after Neptune Towers. He should have stayed on the path, no matter how long it took. But it was too late now. He was lost in the madness, and he knew he would never find his way back.