For many years you've hidden under the alias, Goerge. You don't know why, and too many people know you as Goerge for you to go back. You live in a city where it is cold and rainy in the winter, and mild enough in the summer; it is autumn at this moment.

When you sleep, nothing exists. You've never dreamed before.

Aensland is your best friend.

You want Catherine, but for what?

Luna can not be real. But, if she isn't, what says you are? What proves the existence of anything?

This story begins on the day of your first dream.