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One day I've rolled over in my bed and find forty years have passed. Well, perhaps not that much, but I feel like a real live rip=van-winkle. Somewhere along the nines, I lost track of time and slept myself into a percived oblivion.

And here I am, In my old mothbolled clothes, picking up my miniscule items once more and heading out to see how much of Gaia has changed since I was... 'sleeping'.

I wonder where my feet will take me, and who, if anyone, I will meet.