Open Your Dimensional Door

On the afternoon when she was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, He Sui received a package that did not belong to her. On the express delivery note, the recipient had her name written on it, but there was no sender. From the bottom of the package, dark red liquid is seeping out... Opening the package, there was a film camera that smelled of bitter almonds and six yellowed photos. Strangely, the six photos showed completely different scenes in her left and right eyes: obscure poems, strange female dancers, and the back of a man... These photos spanning centuries gradually drag He Sui into an even more bizarre whirlpool. The mobile phone order showed that she had personally bought the package not long ago, in an early morning that she had no memory of. "The camera was collected from an old lady. She has passed away." The buyer said. "This camera always makes strange noises in the middle of the night, which has bothered me for a long time." "You are the first buyer." Realizing something was wrong, she threw the package downstairs. At midnight, the sound of the lock cylinder turning was heard outside the door. When she opened her eyes, the package stood quietly by the window, facing her. At the same time, the man in the photo began to appear frequently in her dreams. He always lowered his head, unable to see his face, but he moved closer to her step by step. With every step closer, the old camera next to the pillow will silently light up its flash... Purpose: Reconciliation with the past