Today, you wake up in a completely new place. Everything is metal and there are doctors all around you. You grab a nurse walking by.
"Where am I?" you ask.
She smiles. "You're finally awake, Patient Number 6,890! You are in the Professatorial Medical Center for Time Managation Issues. You've been asleep for nearly three centuries."
Your eyes grow wide. "What?" The last thing you remember is walking into a forest, following a hint of elusive music. . .
What happens next?
Spruce Nogard
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