They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

After waking up in his coffin, Elliot discovers that he's alive and well, even though he knows he died. He doesn't remember much from when he was dead, but what he does remember is that he has messed up. Now the town believes he's something demonic, his girlfriend is convinced he's not real, and his best friend still doesn't quite believe that he's back. But what happened in his afterlife that brought Elliot back to life, and what did he bring back with him?