That empty field where a rundown building pops up in the middle, without a name. Just some rickety broken barn doors, seemingly abandoned. But wait, a line of cars surround this building.
Oh, it’s a cafe for those who wish for a quiet moment. And it’s beautiful inside.
A church standing at the edge of town. Nobody ever goes there. The good, the bad, the kind, the evil. Nobody ever goes there. But wait, there’s just a few familiar faces who would visit once a year, saying their prayers in light murmurs. The sunlight seeps in through the stained glass windows from high above. There is peace in there.
It’s a different life out there. It’s a different world.
Where people go their own ways and walk their own paths.
Where people don’t judge.
But not everyone can make their way out to this new world.
Would I? Can I? What does it change, when time plays a little trick and put us years behind?
Wrong place, wrong time.