Forests of Red

The accident was horrible. I barely even remembered it at first, but the closer things began to come together, the more I had to explore it. I woke up twenty years later, the same age, looking the same, I was the same. Time had passed, and so had people I once knew. But everything was happening at once, and somehow, I ended up being more than just the victim. I was the cause of it.

I had to stop it. And soon.