What A First Day, Right?

[CEZAEVI]

Time was something that had no meaning in the Cezaevi, and that was a reality that the new occupants had come to terms with as soon as the first pong day ended.

Their new occupants were not sure which part of the world they were in, but they all knew that limbo was way better than this. At least in limbo, there was warmth and something that could keep them sane.

They could probably try to find their way out of limbo, but that was the one place that had no entrance or exit. It was like a bubble ball that bounced them all over with the only problem being that their eyes were stuck in the same time and season.

The snowing season, and the worst part of it, was that they couldn't tell how long this would take or even how they would figure out their way out of this. It was the kind of thing that got them wondering what the hell would get better.