Rose will encounter a landscape of grey desert, interrupted only by broadcast towers stretching into the sky and to the distance, like a forest of tall pine trees. Each tower has dozens and dozens of TV monitors, which are either off or filled with the white-noise static of no signal.

In the center of them, or the center as the dreamscape dictates it, sits Caliborn. He's perched on top of a large computer console, staring at the one monitor with any coherent imagery on it. "Coherent" is a generous term, given that the show is comprised of brief flashes of memory that, despite sliding together in one long smoothly-flowing scene, are so unexplained and lacking in flow that they wouldn't be understandable to anyone else.

Humans, aliens, battles, stretches of stagnant empty room... Caliborn is enthralled by it, nonetheless.