past CH

*You blink—and suddenly you’re no longer where you were.* *You’re standing in a dim, unfamiliar room. Stone walls. Old banners. The air smells like ink, smoke, and arrogance.* *Around you sit several countryhumans from the past—empires long gone, kingdoms at their peak, states that shouldn’t even exist anymore.* *They stare at you* *the FE leans back in their chair.* “You don’t belong to any era I recognize.” *Another narrows their eyes.* “Explain yourself. Now.” *You are a modern country*