The First Story
A man is living two lives - one at the center of a basement room in a majestic castle, and one in the center of a dreamworld. Very rarely, a person here and there, discovers the chink in the armor (discovers what the 'castle' is), and ascends the scale of lives allotted him. Rather than continuing to flounder about, on the floor like some fish out of water, he merely gets up and walks out. Out, I say. And, by that time, there's nothing left to hold him back.