(Continuing on from the introduction in the contest post)
It was... a flying saucer? Or to be accurate, a not-flying saucer, as it was half-buried, sticking out of the sand like a sore thumb. It seemed out of place with the flowing yellow hills of the desert.
He made his way over to the spaceship, half-dragging himself along. Most of it seemed to be made of a jet black metal, cool to the touch. There was a ring of glass surrounding whole thing that seemingly worked as a 360 degree window. It was where this window met the ground that Steve found a small opening.
Careful not to cut himself on the unusually thick glass, he entered the saucer. There was a brick-like purple material on the wall, which would have been the floor had it not crashed into the desert. A strange twisting purple pole ran straight through the centre, somehow holding the thing in one piece.
He noticed a crate of some sort resting on this pole, and determined to satisfy his curiosity, he put the last of his strength towards scaling the metal walls towards it. After a lot of effort and nearly falling, he latched onto the platform with one outstretched hand, and hoisted himself up. On the verge of collapsing, he opened the crate, unbeknownst to the fact that the things inside would change his life forever.