A red star… a red planet. A dead planet… almost… No ship, no communication, and no hope of survival in a hostile environment. A planet where life is possible in the twilight zone. On one pole—scorching heat, on the other—fierce cold. And only along the terminator line, where the sun always hangs above the horizon line, there are at least some chances to make it to morning… which doesn’t exist here either… Given Max Gray’s “luck,” there was no reason to expect anything else. There is only one chance—to find the remaining remains of the dravids’ ship that transported them and try to invent something. Or not only that?