Sign of the Time

Same old story, you’re walking along the beach and a frazzled old gypsy offers you three wishes. Happens to everyone, right? Only this time, they came true. Just wish I'd asked for something a little less complicated, like a nice house or world peace. Instead I got a glimpse of the wiring beneath the board, a horrifying vision of the true nature of reality, where mind really can rule over matter but paranoia can drag your worst nightmares kicking and screaming into reality. All I did was ask for a sign. But that sign would not be revealed to me wholesale, no, I had to earn it by solving the riddle that surrounded my wishes. A riddle as old as the ancient systems of the Occult, reflected in the Tarot and the glowing red digits of my alarm clock. A riddle that, once understood, would change everything. Forever. An artfully crafted synthesis of the authenticity and humour of Trainspotting and the puzzle solving epiphanies of The Da Vinci Code.