You sit at your desk, waiting for inspiration. But every time it feels like a lightbulb might be going off in your head, a hand reaches in and clicks it back off. Exhaustion is coming, but you can't sleep until you get something down. But despite yourself, you nod off...

When you wake again, you look up to see a completed piece to greet you. As you read the mysterious work, fragments of it come back as memories that never happened. And the further you read, the realer it feels. The longer you let the words flow over you, the more you believe...

Reminded of lives you've never lived, your own life subsumed under the tide of experiences. And they all call out to you, begging you to accept who you are. So, the only question is... who are you?~