You dove headfirst into the unknown. Frankly, it wouldn't have been the first time. Usually you were met with a terrible fate where you'd learn to think things through before taking action...but who knew the unknown could be so...sweet?

"Careful. I may have dominion over the tides, but I cannot gurantee they'll always be this calm." The Lord of Wind guides you along the shoreline. Clarence, dressed clad in dark robes and gold, leads you to a half-constructed tower.

A week ago you traveled the tides of time (literally), awakening in the first Era, the one where Clarence, Lord of the Wind, ruled. There was not a single sun obelisk in sight.