Days go slow living in a modern town. You leave your 1693 era shack and go to get some water from the well. You say hi to the other peasants also living in the modern year of 1693 and then bring back your water. You sit down on your uncomfortable bed made in 1693 and get some rest. Then you go steal gold coins from some random noble’s pocket and sleep some more. A rather simple life. Then you’re discovered being a thief and get thrown down a well. Nothing too strange. Then you wake up in a field with words floating in front of your face.