We dance upon a plane of ice A skin across a vat of blood. How brittle is this skin of self, How thin the ice we tread; A crack - and all that was white Is red.
Sleeping Beauty meets the life of the Buddha in another tale from the Dreamscape. Given the choice, would you choose a false life of pleasure or a real life of pain?
In a mysterious arena, before the Hierophant of the Unreal Gods, two combatants face against each other in deadly combat. At stake is the nature of reality itself.