bright light city

I do not understand how it is I have come to be in this place. While I will admit that time travel is possible, I am certain I would remember travelling through an anomaly that would cause such a reaction. However as the Prime Directive prohibits me from openly discussing such scientific situations in this environment, I am left with little recourse.

I require information beyond the minimal details provided in the correspondence with this Zenner organization. Specific information, preferably, in regards to the precise reason for my arrival here as well as any attempts made to leave and the consequences of such actions.

This is not Rabanastre.

This is not right.

This place is not right.

Where am I? Where are my guards?