The definition of “reality” is that which is not imagination, which has objective existence and is not merely an idea… but when is that a valid explanation? Certainly not here, in this world, where night dreams come alive and breathe, and where the line of fiction is blurred by the tears of lost loves and genuine pain… Look, over there… a man has just lost his best friend in a car accident. And behind that tree, a photographer crouches with a look of guilt and anguish. And in the rushes, a brown-eyed girl watches everything with weary anxiety. Step into the night, where darkness can bring you to the edge of madness or be your savior. This is the place where beliefs become chipped around the edges, and what seemed impossible is not so much of a stretch after all.