A nameless man wanders the city littered with artifacts and bodies. Are his grotesque hallucinations clues to his past or do they foretell his future?

Enveloped in decay and the butchered remnants of a troubled and blood-soaked past, a disoriented man meanders through the woods. Guided by grotesque hallucinations of a tormented existence and pale memories of death and retribution, more and more, the young vessel's muted anger ensnares him in a seemingly familiar realm of dark visions, where right and wrong coexist with his rabid desire to inflict pain. But, here, in the unforgiving and inescapable purgatory of a disturbed mind, oblivion is not the means to salvation. Is truth so ugly that the only escape is an intangible but beautiful lie?—Nick Riganas