Joined: 8 Oct 2009
You wake up in a dark forest, confused. At first you think you're alone, but as your eyes
grow accustomed to the darkness, you see faces staring at you through the trees. They say
nothing, but they show you to your new home. They give you a new name. They take a stab at
your age. You begin your new life. You live in a secluded village near the mountains and
the forests. You wear what you arrived in, always, but strangely dirt does not touch you.
It is quiet. The people here, they are quiet. No one remembers the place from which they
came, or how they arrived, or where they are exactly. People who have attempted escape
have ended up running in circles, always ending up back where they started. People will go
mad here, but quietly, quietly. Every now and then, newcomers arrive, in the same dazed
and confused sense that you yourself did. The collection of people grows, though there are
no new children. Time has stopped, you do not age. You do not grow. You think, you learn,
you breathe. In this strange place, you can feel insanity creeping upon you, but how are
you to fight it? Where are you?