The life is full of numerous of happy things, we should be so happy for all of them, but are we? No. The life of a single man that knows less about himself as much as the reality he lives in. He could not understand the life he was brought in. He can't notice the real life from the infinite dimensions his mind has created so he'll never need to remember what his past might be apart of or if he even has one. Will he find sanity? Will he ever retain his true identity? Could he find past? Is there a way for him to have a future? Will it be real? Or from the end of a rope?