Faith is magic. Hope is healing. Love lives forever.
"Daggers. Daggers. All around me sixways are daggers. And each one presents a different death. Love and martyrdom. Sublime and indifference. Chaos and nostalgia. Of them all, let me die at the hands, and at the feet, of love." – Wiz, Journal Entry #194
Faeries, satyrs, magic. Madmen who transform into ravens. Stuff of myth and legend. Things that are only seen between opening and end credits. Stew Kasey’s ordinary life as a film critic is forever changed when these things refuse to be constrained by the limits of prosthetics, makeup and CGI. He begins to realize that the world around him is not as he once perceived it to be.