I Saw a Boy in White in My Dream

I am a down-and-out storyteller, wandering the world. One night, I roamed to a mass grave and, exhausted, lay down to sleep with my head on a pile of broken stones. I dreamed of a young man in white, a lonely spirit who smiled without speaking. Only then did I realize I had been resting my head against his gravestone. The young man smiled and said, "I have a story. Would you care to hear it?" I took a swig of cheap wine and said, "Tell it." So the young man sat alone by the stones, smiling as he told his tale.