Each awakening feels like a deeper descent. We begin on a late afternoon in Austin, where a paper fortune teller snaps in a boy's hands, setting a path for our nameless drifter. Played with gentle hesitancy by Wiley Wiggins, he moves through a series of conversations that feel half-slept, half-illuminated. Names blur but ideas sharpen, each encounter nudging him toward the precipice of lucid aw...
