The man was lost in a dream, a dream that was as surreal as it was confusing. He wandered through a landscape of twisted, surreal landscapes, searching for a way out, a way back to reality.
But as he wandered, he realized that he had lost sight of himself. He couldn't remember who he was, or where he had come from. All he knew was that he was lost, adrift in a world that seemed to have no beginning or end.
This piece is a derivative of my own work The Escapist. It imagines a person so engrossed within the dream that they have lost sight of themselves.