Pollen

The world greased with a vase rolls to an end. Dream, Wrth, declares war on his dreamer. War for freedom. War for Real. War for the right to tell stories. Have you guessed that your favorite characters can despise and hate you? What has long been disgusting to be only told? A world where fertility-10 broke genetic barriers. Creatures merged in ecstasy of interspecific sex, the eternal confrontation of hybrids. The fur is against smoke. Pure against hybrids. Patients against healthy ones. And all - against the zombie.
In this world, the myth gained mind and will, but did not stop being a myth. Add one more dimension to it - a dimension of sleep - and welcome to the rainy Manchester, in the flowering season