A haze lies over Dazed where it’s always dusk or dawn. Trains fly through the land at top speed.
“It’s difficult to travel on foot,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. “The haze and the lack of signposts.”
“And no one seems to know the way,” says Miss Doe Friend. “We asked for directions several times.”
Visitors frequently ride the train too long, get off at the wrong stops, and must rebound.
The Dazed live in villages in long rectangular homes with frosted windows. All the houses look the same.
“The Dazed are contented philosophers,” says the Guide. “They consider the meaning of life, but come to few conclusions."
Visitors wander around Dazed, stumbling across its tourist information centers and gift centers. They carry around bags of things that later they won’t remember buying.
“Where did this come from?” Miss Doe Friend asks, holding up a trinket. “We never shop!”
“You meant to give it to Alobar,” says Miss Emeline.
“I did? Alobar? But this doesn't look like his kind of thing at all!”
The population of Dazed is unknown. It is constantly in flux and no one bothers to record residents comings and goings.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Emotion
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