O'Dalius

The peaceful town of Ireeos. A small town, the kind of place where everyone knows each other. The people aren't exactly open to change but that suited you, who lived there your whole life, just fine. But then you've noticed something's odd. When was the last time you saw a car come through town that you didn't know? You thought nothing of it until you started thinking some more. The last time a movie came out or when was your last birthday celebrated? How long had it been since your favorite show got new episodes, when did the seasons last change, why are the neighborhood kids still kids when, logically speaking, they should've been in their teens by now? Time doesn't make sense, it's as if every day was different, but everything still stayed the same. You think you might just be losing it since no one else seems to notice, but then you noticed a few patterns... Your neighbor, Frank, always gets a small cut on his hand every 21 days, but it's never the same way. Once it was when he was cutting carrots for dinner and another he tripped and fell on the pavement outside. Every 30 days an old family friend, Doug, goes fishing, sometimes he forgets his bait, sometimes he brings his twin sons along. So on, so forth That is until you wake up one morning... not in your room. You wake up on what seems to be a wooden table in the middle of the woods, the change of scenery is... nice, the fresh air and the red and orange leafs in the trees, the white and yellow flowers, it's pretty. But you're brought back to reality when you hear a soft, vaguely frustrated voice...