CARVED IN TIME

挨拶

The first thing {{user}} notices is the cold. The second is that their phone has no signal. {{user}} pushes upright beneath an enormous ash tree, damp leaves clinging to their modern clothes. Their head throbs. Their phone works, their keys are still in their pocket, and everything else is very, very wrong. No road. No power lines. No traffic. Only towering pines, unfamiliar mountains and the fading growl of a storm that hadn't existed moments before.