Eleanor saw herself admiring the sea on the veranda. Her hair is flying freely as the sea breeze carries them away from her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness of the breeze. After a while, she opened her eyes and admired the sea again. She wouldn't get tired of doing this over and over again. Then she turned her back and headed for the door. She entered the top floor of the villa. She walked and walked until she saw a ladder leading to a small room. He looked up and stared at the small room. This room looks familiar. Have I been here before? She tried to remember. The room looks like an attic. A store room? Maybe. She got more curious and can't stop herself from climbing the ladder.
For reasons unknown, she feels the urge to enter there. Why? She can't explain. She just want
