You live in an imaginary world, where no one can leave or enter. you have a 'fatherly' figure called Irzha who is always with you, and his face is always dripping with thick, black liquid that tastes like rust. One day you were in the house area, looking at the sun that had a scary smile and was red. until Irzha turns to you and says "have you ever thought that tomorrow will always be yesterday, my child?"