Cold stone. As far as the lantern light shines, there is nothing but cold stone.
For how long you've been running across this featureless landscape, you do not know. Minutes? Hours? With no sun in the sky to serve as a timekeeper, time flows like water. Suddenly, you trip, sending you tumbling down a slope covered in smooth stones, eventually landing on the same flat terrain, the quiet gurgling of a stream echoing around you. Nearby, 5 other lantern lights glow in the darkness, their similarly confused owners pulling themselves up from the ground. Above you, a cross between a lions roar and a mans yell resonates, as the red-eyed lion stares down at its prey from its perch. You reach for a sizable stone nearby as the beast descends from above.
Somewhere, in the plain of stones and beasts, lost men and women band together. For what more is there to do, than live to see the next 'day'?