Red star... Red planet. Dead planet... Almost... No ship, no communications and no hope of surviving in an aggressive environment. A planet where life is possible in the twilight zone. At one pole there is sizzling heat, at the other there is bitter cold. And only in the terminator line, where the sun always hangs above the horizon, is there at least some chance of surviving until the morning... Which doesn’t happen here either... Considering the “luck” of Max Gray, there was no point in counting on anything else. There is only one chance - to find the remains of the Dravidian ship on which they were transported and try to invent something. Or not only?