The World You Were Born In No Longer Exists

A chill can be felt in the air today. it's October, my favorite month. the year is 2023, it doesn't seem relevant now but trust me it is. I've been spending all morning painting my newest addition, I call it "the skies of misery" it reminds me of being a child again. I like painting outside for inspiration, but today something feels off. I'm unsure of what I'm feeling but it's unpleasant, that's for sure. I decide to pack up my supplies and head home for the remainder of the day. maybe I can kick back and watch another episode of "you" before my mom gets home. My feet feel like they're failing me, each step I take gets harder and harder until my legs completely give out. panic completely washes over me. "is this another panic attack?" I ask myself trying to figure out what is going on with my body. I always have panic attacks, not textbook ones, I usually go into a huge freak out and firmly believe I'm dying and feel numb. this one's different I've never just felt like my legs were giving out. in the mist of my thoughts I didn't realize I couldn't speak or move any other part of my body. I'm paralyzed all over, even vocally. a full blown panic attack starts, my anxiety has skyrocketed. "what is wrong with me?!" I try to scream. nothing escapes my lips. my vision is begging to fade as well as my hearing. "am I dying?" the only thought that can come to mind, but the panic attack has faded and was replaced by this sense of calm and serenity. I have to be dying. no one is this calm if they were going to survive. darkness and quiet has surrounded me. I feel nothing, I am nothing. a bright light, brighter than anything I've ever seen, it's so blinding. I squint my eyes to see what I'm seeing. it's the sun. I jolt up, and grasp my clothes and feel around next to me. I'm sitting in the same spot I lost control at. I don't know what happened, how am I alive? what is going on? I take a minute to let my eyes adjust and look around at my surroundings. I'm laying on a platform, the once beautiful empty field I was just painting in is gone, replaced by giant building and these weird tubes? I can't explain them I don't know what they are. my art supplies and canvas are propped up next to me. I quickly hop off this 5 ft platform to see what is going on. a giant inscription is plastered across the platform that I was just asleep on. "the skies of misery and her resting place" I read to myself. "WHAT IS THIS?" I yell. I think I'm in on a big prank there's no way this could be done in one day while I was asleep. I look around at the world I once walked and realized this is not my timeline or my year. Everything looks so futuristic, fake, not 2023, no, what year is this? or what planet is this? where am I?