If you fall asleep on the electric train of the restless Pantheon, you can fall out of its rapid rhythm for a long time. Cars cutting through the eternally dark sky, cascades of residential levels and neon signs dazzling in the eyes will immediately seem like something unfamiliar. In a city that becomes less and less real with every question you ask yourself, something is wrong. But how to find out what exactly, if the inhabitants long ago traded their minds for eternal entertainment? And the invisible guillotine of an irrevocable end is falling more and more noticeably over your neck...