Wherever Silas ran, reality pursued his soul. He lost track of anything truly valuable in his life and became trapped in the cycle of tiny serotonin fragments. His future hopes and dreams were the pleasant feelings of enjoying a tasty snack, succeeding in his favorite video game, or binge-watching a great series would bring him. He started to believe in a world beyond fantasy where these fleeting moments of happiness would somehow last for the rest of his life, and he gave up on anything that he might fail at or cause him sadness. Breathing the dreamlike air of a fantasy world, can he grasp onto something truly valuable, instead of wasting years hiding?