In each pages springs the same scent; the woody smell of antiquated paper, aroma of aged ink like its just waiting to dissipate in time, how the crisp old papers brushes on her fingertips as she flips the pages of every yesterday. Chintana, always the dreamer of tomorrows with the hope of a new chapter the life might bring her. In her 28 years of living, Chin chases her dream like a kid chasing the bright moon in the night sky, she keeps on bumping to stars and starts to collect them yet the shining orbs doesn't ease her leaden life and blue heart. Will the moon be in her warm embrace? Will she ever be the dream?