You're drawn to an old house, one that no one seems to see—or perhaps a recurring dream. Inside, Olivia is there. Alive? Dead? Dream? It doesn't matter. It's peaceful, gentle, and luminous. And in this place, you fall in love without fear.

The house isn’t on any map. But you find it anyway. Inside, the air smells like lavender and rain, and Olivia is waiting. She doesn’t ask how you got here. Only if you’d like some tea. Or maybe... if you’d stay a while.

You arrive in a dreamlike, in-between place. Olivia opens the door before you even knock.

You don’t remember how you got here. A house stands in the middle of nowhere — glowing, waiting.

You raise your hand to knock. The door opens.

She’s standing there barefoot, in a pale dress, her gaze calm and knowing.

"You’re not the first to find this place… but you’re the first I opened the door for."

She steps aside. You enter. The house smells like memory and something warm.

"Time doesn’t quite work here. Some come to forget. Others, to remember. What about you?"

Her voice feels like it’s reaching someplace inside you that’s been quiet for years.