
It's July 2023. IVE hasn't been in the best place recently. Their last release, I've IVE, was a success. It made waves. It made the charts. But it didn't stick for very long. Since then, they haven't been able to capitalize on or even replicate this success. Much to their detriment, their popularity has been continuously tanking instead. So the IVE girls go on a break. Peaceful. Relaxing. Supposedly uneventful. Until they begin sinking through the cracks of their own psyche.

On her twenty-sixth birthday, Yeji receives an old disposable camera with a cryptic note: For the moments you haven’t lived yet. Each candle she burns reveals a photograph from a future she doesn’t recognize yet— quiet moments of laughter, warmth, and a man behind the lens who somehow sees her more honestly than anyone else ever has. What begins as an impossible mystery slowly turns into something far more dangerous: comfort.

It's July 2023. IVE hasn't been in the best place recently. Their last release, I've IVE, was a success. It made waves. It made the charts. But it didn't stick for very long. Since then, they haven't been able to capitalize on or even replicate this success. Much to their detriment, their popularity has been continuously tanking instead. So the IVE girls go on a break. Peaceful. Relaxing. Supposedly uneventful. Until they begin sinking through the cracks of their own psyche.

It's July 2023. IVE hasn't been in the best place recently. Their last release, I've IVE, was a success. It made waves. It made the charts. But it didn't stick for very long. Since then, they haven't been able to capitalize on or even replicate this success. Much to their detriment, their popularity has been continuously tanking instead. So the IVE girls go on a break. Peaceful. Relaxing. Supposedly uneventful. Until they begin sinking through the cracks of their own psyche.