The story so far.

And suddenly the street was lit with the intensity of a thousand dying suns. The light had no source and cast no shadows, it appeared to be emanating from the street itself. The buildings lining the street began to mold and change, as did the light-posts, trash bins, and other accoutrement. Slowly the ghastly light faded away and a new scene was revealed, a garden lane in the middle of a field of wild flowers. There were daisies and buttercups as well as bluebonnets and poppies. The sky above was a clear, bright blue with only a few whispy cotton ball clouds drifting lazily through it. All over the feeling of the place was quiet but cheerful, it was a happy place. A man in a shabby brown overcoat shuffled suddenly into the scene, seeming lost. He removed the coat, for it was much too heavy for the season. Gazing into the sky, He whispered something incomprehensible and fell into a dead faint. Thus several hours passed and the sun began to recede behind a distant outcrop of purple mountains. When He awoke, He surveyed the land around Him in the dieing light, shaking His head. Abruptly, He stood, brushed himself off and stumbled off in the direction he had been heading.