The boy has made a time machine, and only he can view his past, that of his ancestors. The girl inquisitive of the boys absence for a few days walks straight into his dimly lit attic. She spots the machine. The dais starts trembling. The machine springs to life and starts projecting the past. Meanwhile downstairs the boy's parents revisit their past twined in the inevitable steer of fate. The two flashbacks meet in a terrible tempestuous nemesis and strange facts creep into their peaceful present. Facts that are hard to accept, but sill ones we mortals tend to outrun. This play however does not challenge fate, rather it accepts it like a spectator.
This play in its course, transcends us to the edge of our lives. A decorated harmonious existence or one that's risky and speculative - our audience will find their own destination.
