He does not remember the exact moment that witnessed the death of his desire for life. And his memories of passion, joy and meaning are distant and lost among the shadows that darken the long, tedious hours of his days.
But when he is struck by an inexplicable change that delivers into his life the love, contentment and wealth that seemed beyond his reach he is also struck by the malevolent forces of fear.
What is the truth of this unexpected and uninvited happiness? Has he tapped into a source of eternal bliss that is beyond explanation and best left unquestioned or is he walking the fine line of sanity, and in his dark despair, slipping slowly into the sinister abyss of psychosis?