Not a problem, I can give you a first hand account.
[He takes a brief moment as it looks like he’s collecting his thoughts.]
Whether or not you follow the calendar of our train matters not. For us it was Poi 22, which was approximately twenty-seven days ago, at least by the time standard we’re following of a 27 hour day. We were advised that returning home would be possible and we were dropped off on a platform. This platform appeared to be no different than any other we’d been to, surrounded in fog with little but the train to see.
After that, leaving the platform into the fog led me back to my world. Time had passed, mm, relatively close to how long I’ve been away. It will be eleven months for me, so it was ten and a half. I’ve been advised by the train that the state of my world had nothing to do with void travel. I located my non-traveling self but had not rejoined it. That was notable.
Attempting to leave my village, once I got roughly eight kilometres away I could no longer continue in my world. I could see it where I was standing until I got that far and then I was swallowed by fog and found myself back on the platform. From that point, it was somewhat like a nexus hub where I could be pulled into other people’s homes. That restriction was on all of them. We were only given access to a portion of it.
By the end of a week’s time, at least in my world by that time standard, there were other strange effects. Unsual colours in the sky. Voices and memories from the collective of the sentient beings upon the planet. We were very much out of time when I was pulled out.
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[He takes a brief moment as it looks like he’s collecting his thoughts.]
Whether or not you follow the calendar of our train matters not. For us it was Poi 22, which was approximately twenty-seven days ago, at least by the time standard we’re following of a 27 hour day. We were advised that returning home would be possible and we were dropped off on a platform. This platform appeared to be no different than any other we’d been to, surrounded in fog with little but the train to see.
After that, leaving the platform into the fog led me back to my world. Time had passed, mm, relatively close to how long I’ve been away. It will be eleven months for me, so it was ten and a half. I’ve been advised by the train that the state of my world had nothing to do with void travel. I located my non-traveling self but had not rejoined it. That was notable.
Attempting to leave my village, once I got roughly eight kilometres away I could no longer continue in my world. I could see it where I was standing until I got that far and then I was swallowed by fog and found myself back on the platform. From that point, it was somewhat like a nexus hub where I could be pulled into other people’s homes. That restriction was on all of them. We were only given access to a portion of it.
By the end of a week’s time, at least in my world by that time standard, there were other strange effects. Unsual colours in the sky. Voices and memories from the collective of the sentient beings upon the planet. We were very much out of time when I was pulled out.