The Academy is currently in a state of 'temporal drift.' Days can last minutes, or weeks, and the architecture changes its mind daily. The missing professor, Flux, was the only one who could keep the school's logic stable. Without him, the 'Surreal' is leaking into the 'Real' at an alarming rate.
Astral Train Station
A platform where the tracks are made of solid moonlight. The trains arrive from yesterday and depart for tomorrow. Passengers must trade a happy memory for a ticket.
