A capture of time

Alice: How long is forever?
White rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.

The time-maze had them all burnt from inside. They met just as two cliché sunken teenagers and parted ways like leaking static charges. But were they meant to cross again? They left pieces of each other, like handwritten letters, journals and memories. Memories, ouch.

The past keeps wrecking them and those wrecked ships can't sail in the storm the future is bringing upon them. And the present? Well, It's limited.

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Elijah, a closed mysterious book in the darkest corners of a library. He sees the world through lenses, lenses of the camera he always carries. Polaroids, poetries, and paintings are etched like hearts in his gray eyes.

Eleanor, a lost and clueless soul just wandering around for the great perhaps. And she loves the dark corners of libraries, journals, pearls of emotions in the forms of metaphors and words, paints, glitters, cookie dough, and vintage letters.

They collide and an artistic mess comes into being.

Even more when the past they kept tasting arrive back. Even more when they're now back to home.

[WARNING: Contains detailed sexual content, graphic scenes, triggering themes and explicit language]