"In a world decided by theatre and stage is there any place for the audience?"
Creon is a universe jumping nomad, staying in one place only long enough to understand it before moving on to the next. A ghost to the places he visits, only interested in preserving their uniqueness. However, he does not do this out of choice. The Storm is approaching and as Creon flees each world it devours them whole and leaves nothing behind. He desperately searches for a solution to this crisis while recording the worlds he passes through in the hope that they might one day be restored.
After a rather bumpy exit Creon arrives in the latest universe in his perpetual flight. But something has gone wrong. The Storm is arriving there far faster than expected. He must move rapidly to discover this worlds uniqueness before it is too late. Things do not go that smoothly for him with events rapidly spinning out of his control as he ends up embroiled in a revolutionary conspiracy of theatre and stage. He must juggle the wishes of various parties to keep himself safe while he investigates a world where everything is performed on stage for the masses. Life, love and loss are played out before them.
What meaning can the Creon discern before it is too late?