Is the future now? Or in the past?.
It all seems oddly familiar...
I am reminded of a clacky, yellowed keyboard. The scent of hot electronics emanating from the back of the CRT monitor. A message blinking on the screen.
West of House
You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.
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At the bottom of the screen a white blinking cursor, beckoning me to enter that world and explore.
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