Mourning the loss of your mother, you bring fresh flowers daily in the early hours of the morning to her gravestone. It was a daily tradition before her death as she'd come very morning to your home with a fresh boutique from her garden to trade them for a fresh cup of coffee. Now you bring them to her instead and drink your coffee alone; Its bitterness is stronger now too. But are you truly alone here in this cemetery?

One of your dreams takes a step into your reality and you meet a creature which surely... shouldn't exist.