Time is what we want most...

[Belladona]

...but what we use worst.

Inside some very hidden place, one that breathes life and reflects it around you. Where time does not pass, a woman silently watched shadows projecting on those walls.

A black and white movie started from those shadows, telling three stories in silence. They were being projected by the dim light from the opening in the roof, slowly spinning around the cavern walls, in an eternal loop.

And the woman remains there, not as a participant but a mere viewer of those possible futures.

In the first scene, a daughter cooks with her father. 

In the second, he teaches her to dance the waltz for a gala.
The third... There was her, a crib, and a baby,
and the silhouette of a man appears to hold and soothe his grandson.

All scenes happening in perfect balance and simultaneity...

Anyone who dared to fall into that den would come across a bed of magical flowers, but they were dry. Likewise, the small lives existing in that cave had been precociously cut in half.

They can't live forever...

However, for some reason, the young lady left this cave with a sorrowful, calm smile.