Time falls from the sky in the form of years, years that land upon the ground making splashes like so many raindrops. People walk along and pick them up even though they are not a desirable commodity to have. They are in fact quite the opposite of desirable. Everyone tries to get rid of them one way or another, some hide them under rocks in hopes they will forget where they are placed, some place them in the roots of trees, yet all strive for the same reason. It is in vain that they do this though, for their cruel master called reality walks through the fields. Knocking aside carefully placed rocks and sticks, forcing humanity to see the truth. For a time everything was going well, for a time it seemed as if the hiding of years would have worked. No more however, in no time at all the forgotten years return in full fury.