They are in a grassy area, near a small stone building with a low peaked roof. All around them, upright stones are set into the ground, in uniform rows; most of them are shaped sort of like tiny doors, but some are larger and more elaborate. Occasionally the pattern is interrupted further by a tree or another stone building like the one next to them. A tall iron fence is visible in a few places, enclosing this mystifying arrangement.

The sky is dark, not a proper sun in sight, and speckled with a small number of tiny white dots. The most sun-like object visible is a mottled silver circle that casts dim bluish light on their surroundings.

There is a person nearby. He looks at them and says something that might be a question, in friendlyish tones, in a completely unfamiliar and indecipherable language.