Ben, the protagonist of his own supernatural anarchy, wakes in the middle of a fractured dawn. His sleep is both his prison and his only escape, caught between the realms of vivid dreams and dull reality. Today, his room has transformed into a ceiling of resin and flames, resembling golden bats swirling above him. Though the creak of the door sounds like a seashell waiting to echo the world’s tempest, there is no doubt: the truth lies hidden within the dreamcatchers of the rocky cliffs of his mind.
As Ben navigates the depths of his denial, the figure of a white giraffe appears in his mirror. The mirror does not reflect, but rather holds an endless series of distortions, each more confusing than the last. The giraffe, with unrestricted access to the folds of reason and time, tells him that the true world is the dreams of others. Its statements are not questions but countless links in a chain hanging from the void, waiting to be tied to an invisible reality.
Ben passes through a storm of colors, entering the tavern of rainbows, filled with shards of glass and moments lost between them. Inside, the flavors are rich, like emotional whirlwinds, and the owners are characters who no longer remember their own stories. The waiter, a tall squid with polished iridescent hues, offers him a glass filled with the color of dreams. But Ben knows that the drink is merely another form of truth and chooses to reject it. The truths of his world are neither solid nor ethereal; they are a game for the invisible spectators of his mind.
Wandering further, he encounters a crane hiding a window to the winds of nighttime funerals. The crane reveals that every truth is a face wearing a mask, and those masks are crafted from the guilt of forgotten moons. The dead-end street Ben finds himself in feels like an indifferent path to an unknown destination, determined by the dreams of others. The crane offers Ben a book filled with blank pages—proof of the truths yet to be discovered.
Next, Ben arrives in the Land of Foolish Clocks, where every minute runs independently of the hours, and the hands of time dance to the rhythm of unseen melodies. The inhabitants of this land are eternal dancers, turning their thoughts into golden threads that stretch toward the sky. As Ben contemplates the meaning of time and truth, he realizes that dreams are nothing more than the void filled with thoughts of the past and future.
Ben eventually reaches a world populated by angels and demons who toy with the threads of human consciousness. The angels urge him to discover himself through a series of nonsensical acts unrelated to reality, while the demons encourage him to understand the significance of the dreams overwhelming him. Each suggestion is a desperate attempt to fuse truth with dream, reason with the fantastical.
At the end of his quest, Ben stands atop a supernatural hill, filled with endless readings and interpretations of the world. There, he understands that truths and dreams are two sides of the same coin. Each of us chooses the interpretation that suits us best, and dreams are merely the reflection of our desire to grasp a truth that is never absolute.
Standing on the hill of realization, Ben recognizes that the truths of the world are nothing more than versions of the dreams we live, and dreams are the only truths we can truly discover. With this conclusion, he sinks back into the black orchid, which now seems like his only source of truth in a world full of dreams and fables.