A strange land.

Apparently disaster has struck again, and in a form unknown. This world is full of strange peoples, where none should be. All have fabulous tales that cannot be. Magic, ESP, time travel, immortality, demonic posessions. Fanciful stories apparently made real. And former reality made false. Wreckage of our lifeboats should have provided many things, foremost among them knowledge, yet the equipment does not operate. Basic remembered sciences no longer work. Even a toddler knows that yellow and blue dyes mixed together should yield orange, yet here you get green? How can light itself have changed? Madness.

Everything we knew will have to be relearned. Progress is slow, because much energy is devoted to watching our neighbors. Yet if we do not watch, who knows what danger they may bring. So half our strength is spent idling on hilltops guarding against what may be nothing, instead of figuring out the nature of this place.