But understanding the nature of reality holds no interest for Evyline Marron—she has only a shallow sense of its significance.
Evyline’s pursuit is the human condition, one that finds her peering into the deceased heads of others, of which there has been something of a dearth of late.
Then, quite out of the blue, the cerebral cortex of a notorious individual comes her way.
An individual once possessed of some very peculiar notions indeed.
Reality, it seems, is a façade behind which all manner of horrors can be hidden, horrors discoverable by only the most particular of minds.
And that’s exactly what happens.