Celeste is twenty years old and lives alone. For some time, she has been overwhelmed by an inexplicable melancholy; although she does not have many friends, the ones she has share her dreams with her, and in a real sense rather than a metaphorical one. Perhaps this is the problem: Celeste lives too much of her life  immersed in her world of dreams, to the point of falling in love with a creation of her subconscious