When the world seems to be moving so fast, why does my world evolve around you in slow motion? Maria, a not-so-vocal woman, at the age of 24, has still not mastered the key to better communication. She was what everyone calls an "introvert". She can't communicate her feelings and thoughts. It's like searching for the perfect words in an orbiting giant black hole just to express her feelings. But she has her own ways of expressing her thoughts; it's in the way of art. She paints and writes until the storm in her head turns into the calmest sea. As quiet as she looks, her mind is chaotic and loud. What if she meets a person who's like art itself? And it made her feel something that her inner self has been longing for as long as she can remember. What if that person turns her weakness into her own strength? But what if... What if that person turns into just a memory that she turns into paintings and poems?