There is a psychiatrist named Rowen living in the continent called [Four Seasons]. There are not many people in the clinic and the business is average. The ordinary daily routine is broken by a girl who shows up unexpectedly one day. "I dreamed about butterflies on the window glass again." "Again?" "I don't know... At least I think it happened."
Is what our brains are telling us true? In other words, is the world I touch really not a dream?