prologue
Selene Anderson, or more often simply called Selene, is a woman with a peculiar fascination—she loves things that are magical and out of the ordinary. Selene is now 29 years old, but to this day, nothing has stopped her from loving all things magical. She is deeply interested in theories about space and time, especially about time travelers. Strange ideas—like the existence of entities that can move through space and time—often lead her friends to think she’s a bit odd.
Selene was raised by a single mother. Sienna Anderson is a strong woman who raised Selene on her own after her husband died in a traffic accident when Selene was still a child. At the time, Selene had been with her father and was also involved in the accident. Though she survived, her father did not. From then on, Selene’s mother became very protective of her, afraid of losing her daughter after already losing her husband.
Sienna never allowed Selene to go far. Usually, Selene only went out for work as a book illustrator at a publishing company that produced children's books, located not far from where she lived—or to the old bookstore across the street, a little shop partly covered by purple wisteria vines that had grown over nearly a quarter of the building.
Whenever she had free time, Selene would visit that old bookstore to read books about time travel. For her, reading those books felt like unlocking faded memories of her father. Long ago, her father used to read bedtime stories to her before she went to sleep. But after he passed away, everything changed. Selene could no longer hear those stories or feel the love her father once poured into them.
Until one day, Selene decided to place an ad in the local newspaper:
“Wanted: Time Traveler. If you're reading this, please contact me, we need to talk.
– S.A.”
That habit of placing ads continued, and Selene kept submitting the same one in the newspaper every week with the exact same message—searching for a time traveler. Her friends thought it was just one of her odd quirks, but for Selene, the ad was like a prayer.