have you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
What will happen when you have to go back to the place where you lost eveything you held dear only to find out the truth about the mysterious place dancing through everybody's tongues?
Especially when nothing is what it used to be no more.