When Su Su woke up, he found his shadow sobbing on the bedside, while his heart was hiding in the closet packing his luggage. In the dream city, the clock tower can lie, the cat can fly, and the lover changes his face every night. Su Su only remembered that he loved someone, but the name and face were like an erased oil painting, blurred into a throbbing mystery. In order to find the lost love, he wandered through the streets that were displaced in time, and kept company with the mad hatter-like doctor, the postman who walked backwards, and the rain that devoured his memory. Every time the skin of reality is lifted, the dream world changes its rules, and love becomes a ritual of constant pursuit and self-denial. Su Su is lost between pursuing love and himself. Is the dream weaving him, or is he weaving the dream? In this absurd pursuit, he must decide whether to embrace illusion or wake up to nothingness. And he will eventually discover that the face that is most difficult to recognize turns out to be his own.
