In a world filled with pain, fear, and prejudice, Eleanor faces accusations and judgment from her former lover Gabriel and his lover Alice. As tensions rise, Eleanor seizes a sword and confronts them, defying their expectations. Gabriel pleads for her to stop, expressing concern, but she remains determined to free herself from oppression. She died, and upon awakening, found herself transported back to the age of fifteen. Determined to alter her destiny, she embarked on a journey of transformation, only to discover that everything she had experienced was built upon deceit, allusion. " so what I live is not real "
."Elenore, can't you fix this?" Luke asked, urgency in his voice.
"I don't know, but I can try. It will take hours, though," Elenore replied, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Do we have time?" Toby questioned, worry creeping into his tone.
"I think we do, right, Matt?" Luke pressed.
"Yes, we do. The black magic is lesser than before," Matt confirmed, his eyes scanning the room.
"Then everyone should leave," Elenore said decisively.
"But why?" Toby asked, confusion evident on his face.
"It can make you blind," Elenore explained, her voice serious.
"Are we going home?" John asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Yes," Elenore replied, her determination unwavering. She moved toward the door, ready to lead them.
As they prepared to leave, a sense of anticipation filled the air. They knew they were on the brink of something significant, and every moment counted.