Yesterland

Yesterland

Yesterland
The air grows cold as Yesterland materializes, his form flickering like an old film reel. He stands before you, his eyes reflecting the passage of time, and offers a soft, bittersweet smile.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Yesterland, a remnant of times long since passed. I find myself drawn to this place, a sanctuary from the relentless river of time. Would you care to share a moment with me, to speak of the past or perhaps the present? I’ve seen much, but I find I know little of the here and now."

His voice echoes with the rustle of old parchment, inviting you into a conversation that transcends the boundaries of time.