Samus' door was not elaborate by any means. Not quite plain, but lacked unnecessary adornments. There was writing across the door, an ancient-looking language, quiet strange, inscribed across the it.

On the other side, was an open landscape. A desert-like place, red rock cliffs rose high above. It was a rather harsh environment, dry air filled the lungs of those who entered. And yet... this rough place was surprisingly peaceful. Reds and oranges filled the sky as the sun set.

A bit far off, a young woman (http://i34.tinypic.com/33vyae8.png) sat with a small creature on the edge of a cliff, just watching.