Elias has spent his life chasing one dream: a home that feels permanent. After years of saving and moving from place to place, he finally buys the quiet suburban house he imagined as a child. On his first night there, exhausted and overwhelmed, Elias slips into a dream that feels like a crossing. He moves through the home across shifting decades, witnessing fragments of families who lived there long before him — their laughter, their conflicts, their ordinary moments that shaped the space in ways he never knew. Rooms shift between eras. Objects flicker with memory. Voices echo from futures he cannot yet understand. He glimpses the family he might one day have — tender, chaotic, fleeting — and realizes that the home he fought so hard to own is only one chapter in a much larger timeline. A home is not defined by its permanence, but by the people who pass through it. But one figure from his dream lingers in his mind — someone who didn’t belong to any era he visited, and whose presence suggests he may not be the only one moving through the timeline.