It is a graphic triptych of dreams. If you imagine the dream as a tape that surrounds the sleeping king and transforms his world. No color, only black and white graphics and the rhythm of the images and illusions. Reflections on a whisper of waves in the coming nights. When twilight and the king did not respond to the world. When before the dreamer opens a world where he is the true king. No more, no less. Where the Wild Things Are drowning in the waves of the ocean. There, where the waves of the ocean produces monsters.