Lena's evening was once again as sad as ever. After a day spent entirely alone in her villa, the 67-year-old former glorious actress decided to return to the bar on the coast, the one she frequented back when life was worth living. Now with no children, no family, no friends, no career, she was nothing. She drank her cocktail in the solitude and agony of a woman already dead. As she watched the sunset, she thought of her own demise. The scandal that had arisen from her umpteenth love affair. She had everything, now she has nothing.
Looking at the three young women next to her, Lena was overcome by a nostalgia without name, and a certain jealousy too. Well, no, that's how life is, things come and go, we're just a small passage on this Earth and we have to respect our condition as mere humans. "Shit, I'm philosophizing again, but who the hell do I think I am...come on, Lena, stop looking at these young women and think about what you've achieved", Lena comforted herself. It's true, even though she's only a fading memory of the film industry, she had a career at one time, and achieved what few people ever do. She would have liked to live a normal life and have children while she still could, though...
The old woman was immersed in her memories, while one of her ears picked up the conversation behind her back. Words came to her. Strange words.
Youth...rubbing off a few years....back to the twenties....dice...connection........younger.
Lena snapped out of her torpor and positioned herself to spy on the group of women without seeming too weird.
Dice? Rejuvenation? Connection?
As she listened to them, Lena's tired brain was in turmoil. No, no doubt these women are talking about age, and not just the age they'll be when they're older...but the age they'll be when they’ll get younger. And these three women don't look like they've just come out of an insane asylum. It's far too suspicious to be a joke.
Lena twisted her mind as two of them went to the bathroom, and soon realized that they were planning to use these "dice" to make themselves somehow "younger". Unbelievable as it may seem, Lena wanted to believe it.
As the two women returned, Lena couldn't help but observe them. No doubt about it, they had indeed become younger. Although she couldn't quite work out how their faces looked younger and less mature, they looked more like two women out of university than experienced professionals.
Lena's heart raced as she imagined the prospect of returning to her younger years. Her choice was made. She was going to roll these dice.
Lena sipped her cocktail and began to think of a plan of action...