Love is like a camera. With a simple click of it, you will get an image. It might be blurry, but it's an image that is full of memories. It might not be good, but it's beautiful. You could picture out everything. Even it's fake. So, can I capture your holds?

Whenever Herèsilia died, she woke up on the fifteenth day of October, twenty twenty-one. Her life never ends in the nightmare she gets through. The more Herèsilia walks in her path, the more she learns in her journey. But, the problem is why Herèsilia can't sleep peacefully? When does her life end? How can she get through this nightmare? What made Herèsilia keep alive? Where did everything start?