In the summer of the year 197, sunlight glides over the yellow fields of the Prevalis Province,Republic of Illyria. White, tile-roofed houses peek out from the corners of cornfields and treesthat line the side of the highway - you didn’t even know there were cicadas this close to thecoast. You lean back in your seat, eyes lazily losing themselves in the blurry motion of thelandscape moving by. For the rest of your life, this is what your memories of childhood are goingto look like. Then, you suddenly lose consciousness and wake up in a dark