This is a strange world of consistency save for the people who are in it. Every minute is caught just in the twilight of a warm sunset. A perfect moment in which a comfortable quiet has settled over the quaint island village and the painted sky is reflected in the gentle waves of the sea that stretches in every direction around the island. It is never a moment different from this. With no other name to given the people who wind up here have dubbed it the world of no tomorrow.