(null)

problem with a clearer head.

What started was a tranquil stroll in the Insomnia Forest by the day. I don't have the slightest idea which time of the day it was, although I know how the daylight cycle works. It's the weirdest yet to experience in twenty-four hours; only two hours of night exists. So far, they're much weirder than my indifference over fantastical subjects hurled around like some storm hitting the infernal underworld.

It first occurred to me I was really in a different world.

Like, can anyone actually put a level head in such sights?