In the quiet corners of desire, there exists a curious longing—to rewind time, to tread upon the second page of the first chapter. It's a notion that dances on the edge of paradox, where familiarity mingles with the unknown.

Imagine a scenario where two souls, having once embarked upon the unsteady path of a first date, find themselves confronted by the chance to revisit that same moment, as if the hands of the clock were turned back. The nerves that once crackled have now subsided, replaced by a gentle current of ease. Conversations, no...