He wrote stories about characters dreamed up in his restless sleep and envied them for not existing. He admired the wind for being felt but never seen or touched. He wanted nothing more than to be as transparent as he felt in the gaze of those who loved him most.
His name was Rotsworth. A man for the most part, changed by his travels. He built a camera capable of capturing pictures in dreams and vanished beneath the lids of his eyes, never to return.
Sleepless Knights is the story of Rotsworth, the places he has gone, and the places he has made.