What if it was your job all day, every day, to keep reality from going wrong? Now not everything in the world, that would just be silly, but if it was just the area where you lived? Imagine if you were one of the hundreds of thousands of people across the globe whose sole responsibility was to keep reality going. Just by touching it, turning it, moving it so things sat just so. Only as time went on, there were less of you. What if drugs and society and the idea of normal started making those hundreds of thousands forget? What if you watched and you knew and you told them… and no one would believe you? No one had ever believed you?
What if you weren’t just crazy?