A professor and an orphan who isn't really an orphan, do they really exist?
A skeleton man in a wheelchair talks to two tourists in the open lands outside of a well-known city.
Two tourists, one who may or may not be intoxicated, leave the city to follow what could just be a delusion.
And one horse made of bones, and red and blue light. Sometimes seen, sometimes unseen, always leading, always dancing.
What is the force guiding everything? What is the meaning behind this Dream?
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