Passing on
For the first time since he had begun his journey, Daneel did not have to skirt the edges of an island to reach his destination.
The entire place was a wasteland, filled with nothing but dunes of sand and rolling mountains that could be scaled easily. As he made his way forward, with the system securely scanning everything so that he didn't need to be worried, he found a few remnants of buildings that had once been present here and there.
Only the foundations could be seen, made of stone and built to weather decades or even centuries, if need be. Whatever had been built atop them had faded away long ago, and unlike one of the islands he had passed, they weren't even any bones left to suggest that humans had once lived here.