How can you know what is real and what is not? During a dream, the illusion seems as real as day and the veil usually lifts only when the person awakens. But what if you kept drifting between one illusion to another? How would you make sense of anything? This is what Francois feels when he keeps finding himself waking up between a dark cell and a bright desert. He begins to doubt each past moment that he seems to have existed in. To keep his sanity in check he resorts to delve into his forgotten past to unravel the mystery that lays before him: where he is, how he got there, but more importantly, what is real?