As you turn toward the light you start to see long shadows projecting from the rocks and withered plants that dot the landscape. But also human forms, extending from where no one stands. Perhaps a half dozen of them arrayed in a semicircle between you and the rising sun. The stranger replies, "This is my destination, the shadows told me to come here and wait. I wasn't sure why until you turned up. It's true that no one lives here, at least not for long."