Yestertide

You've been backpacking for days. You're tired; you're sore. You just want to SLEEP … You stumble upon a quaint old village. YESTERTIDE. Quiet, unassuming, cobblestoney. You'll rest here. It's funny, though. You've never heard of this place, and it's not on any maps. Oh well. It will do for now. But when is NOW exactly? And why do you feel like someone — or some-THING — is watching you?