When an artist returns to the home where he spent summers as a child, what he finds will either help him put his past to rest, or drive him over the edge of sanity.
What happens when a fantasy becomes so real you cannot wake from it? There is no logging out. Is it a dream? Is it real? Or is what you thought was just a game was actually the real world all along? How can you tell what is real?
Soon, the world will end. It will not end in fire or in ice. Rather, it will end in darkness. Can humanity overcome space and time itself? To survive we must turn science fiction into fact yet again...