You’re in a movie right now. You’ve never been anywhere else. You’re free to leave but there’s nowhere to go. You are Truman Burbank in your first eyelid-fluttering stages of waking up to the artificial nature of your reality; figuring out what’s not but not yet what is. Instead of the idyllic little town of Seahaven Island, you’re in a little reality-bubble called Urf. You are familiar with Urf in a superficial way; you know names and places, family and friends, safe boundaries and danger zones, but you have no idea what lies beyond your dreamy little sphere. You’ve always accepted the reality with which you’re presented, never questioned it, but now you’re starting to ask questions and the answers aren’t adding up.