Darkroom. Grandfather's remains. His last recording before his death - a nagging cough tells that he was killed by my bride, who disappeared five years ago, with him. And I inherited the Wanderer's abilities and can move between worlds. A confusing world riddled with intrigue. Breakthroughs of voids that only Wanderers can destroy. The Sinclita fortress floating in the inter-world space. Darkness and Light, which often go hand in hand, mixing colors. I need to open up reality by cutting through layer after layer. And I will try to cope, whatever it takes.