It began as a dream like all dreams do with memories. Lukas was at the party of his friends, Genniva and Arash. An informal gathering though most guest were decked in their best. A private party in the island home of two of the more wealthy of Grecians. No paparazzi for miles but there was one photographer, Lukas. His photos have adorned the covers of Life, National Geographic, and Time. And before he could make his exit, his host Arash shoves a camera into his hand. Just a few he says please, and how can anyone resist such a gracious host. But leaving the party takes a much darker turn. Instead of the reality, which was Lucas taking a chopper and then a plane to his home in South Africa, in the dream he walks. Down the road some to no particular place. He passes a lamb. Just standing by the side of the road. Stoic and still it was even though it was being consumed by flies. Covered the poor creature was by green bottle flies. Only its small feet and sad head were left molested. Lucas con