Yellow Springs: The Ghost King Is My Lover

Ever since I was little, I've had a strange dream. In it, a man stands among a sea of red flowers, staring at me. I can't make out his face or touch him, and no matter how many questions I ask, he never answers. Then, on my twentieth birthday, the man suddenly spoke. He said he had something to give me, and that it was in a cave behind the mountain near my childhood home. At the same time, a strange red flower, the other shore flower, appeared on my back...