Beneath the willow’s hush, where vows dissolve into wind and memory, Elira stands alone in knowing. The world tilts—guests flicker, runes bloom, and a dragonfly hovers like a question. A masked figure offers a pact already made, a promise etched in bone and breath. Time forgets, but Elira remembers. In the silence between heartbeats, she crosses the veil, where love is a ritual older than language, and remembrance is the price of awakening.

When Alice is woken up past midnight and is shocked to hear a voice that sounds shockingly like her own, she assumes it's one of her BFFs pranking her. When they vehemently deny any knowledge of the call, she must face the caller herself still wondering who it could be. Will she have her revenge or will this be another Alice in wonder land?