Composer Peter Harper has lost his
muse, shut up on the rugged Irish coast and still licking his wounds over his
recent divorce. He’s pretty sure he’ll never write another award winning score again.
The night of one of the worst storms in living memory Peter accepts an
invitation from near neighbours Leo and Marie to have dinner with them. On the
return journey Peter is struck by a massive bolt of lightning. He wakes up in
hospital, seemingly unscathed and then the visions start. He sees a smashed
fence, a desperate woman, only the fence is fine and the woman is perfectly
safe. The visions only get worse, Peter can’t tell if he’s awake or in some
lucid dream.
Did the lightning fry his brain or amplify a latent power, or is
he simply losing his mind?
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