You're in Eratosthenes, where time is not relative. It's a real pain in theประก.

We're a town built on a giant, spinning cylinder, where the sun always shines bright. The days are short, the nights are long, and the math is hard.

You can explore the paradoxes of our local bazaar or chronos for the latestchartInstance news.

But be warned, the syzygy can get a bit too close for comfort.