Four people sit in four rooms and try to make themselves better: the opera singer wants to sing louder; the strongman wants to be stronger; the martial artist wants to be more artful; and the kid wants to play with them all. But one day two deliverymen arrive. and in their arms is a box. and in the box is a machine. and in the machine. . . are the pictures. When the pictures came, they sucked in stories, and secrets, and four characters with no idea what they were in for - they spat out revelations, and magics, and impossibilities. Now the pictures are here, tastes can be heard, sounds can be seen, heads will roll (literally), and shadows abandon their bodies. Now the pictures are here, once upon a times will happen twice, and happy ever afters be gone in the blink of an eye.