Game 34: Countdown in the Green Field
The first thing anyone noticed was the light.
Not gentle sunrise light. Or that warm golden-brown glow your grandmother swears looks perfect on her living room wallpaper. No. This light was the uninvited kind, the intrusive spotlight kind. The kind of blinding brilliance that made ten thousand people squint at the exact same time and collectively ask the world a single, universal question:
"Where the hell am I?"
And so, in the middle of a broad plain, so green it looked like God had borrowed Photoshop saturation sliders and gone wild, a crowd was born.
One heartbeat there was nothing.
