And how, exactly, would you like to die?

Angie imagines the meetings, having never been invited to one. But that’s not her role at Death Wish, where clients pay to die, planning elaborate exhibitions with their orchestrators so that they may go out on their terms, or so they think. Working behind the scenes has taught Angie that everything has a cost and there are many ways to pay, and currencies, too... honesty and accountability, elusive qualities, Angie discovers, and not only for clients. Because Angie also has a wish, a craving for comprehension, a literacy of Life, to learn of its many languages and understand them for herself. The origins. Everything came from somewhere, something greater, with more energy, and she wants to learn what that energy is.

Sincerity is honored. No longer does she have to imagine the meetings, or Metresha’s silky voice as it welcomes clients inside her obsidian-black study in preparation for what, exactly, comes next. Angie is now an orchestrator, and her client is someone she knows from the past. But both orchestrator and client are unprepared for the repercussions of the exhibition they create—an immersive experience that individually adapts to each member of the audience, cast and crew included. It is during her own exhibition that Angie’s wish is granted, and she is given a glimpse of what she wants to know. But knowledge is earned; she must be honest with herself about who she is and accountable for all of her choices in order to understand where she comes from. Angie loses her footing and falls, past and present blend together and dream blurs with reality. The truth, however, holds firm: For Angie, Death is not so far away.