Birdland was what he called it. The place of dreams and shadows, temptation and death. You could reach Birdland if you wanted to. If you pushed hard enough. You could see it all...The neon signs glaring in the deep night, the winding streets lined with cold, shadowed buildings, the dark, winding alleys. Your fears meet you every step of the way- taunting and screaming obscenities. Memories forgotten, pushed away, rise to the surface and hurt you all over again. This is Birdland. A place of lost nightmares. A place that you go when you forget. A place you can never leave.