Reality is a fragile thread, fraying under the weight of memory, stretching thin in the grip of doubt, and snapping beneath the strain of truths too heavy to bear. For Lucas Grayson, these threads are tangled and foreboding, weaving together an impossible reality-a fabric that defies logic and resists comprehension. Perhaps that is the ultimate cruelty of consciousness: to forever chase understanding, only to find ourselves lost in the labyrinth of our own minds, strangers to our very existence.