Before we begin...

Cypress has been having weird dreams lately. More weird than flying cars or talking animals. They were always the same. The same dream, at the same time every night for weeks. At first he thought it was some sort of trauma or PTSD, but after he sees his mother die at the hands of some strange man, he is convinced he has been haunted by a spirit of some sort. One that can take life and guides other spirits to were they need to be. The Grim Reaper has paid his family a vitit, and now Cypress is dreaming of fields of flowers dying at his fingertips and animals shying from his gaze. Constant throbbing migraines and aching fingers draw him to the the Reaper for answers, only to find a whole world just inches from his own eyes.