The field stretched out, a familiar green under a sky the color of a dusk blue. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet scent of a long-discontinued energy drink as you sat just outside in your backyard, nearby the park fields. No wind stirred, but the silence felt less ominous, more like the quiet between levels on a favorite video game. It was a place of memory, a pause in time, where the world felt vast and full of unexplored potential, like the first time you booted up a new console.