Is knowing one's deathday a blessing or a curse? Is that knowledge worth the potential costs? Does it help us live our lives more fully or shift our focus from living to dying?

An inner conflict of life versus death torments Penelope Hope and tugs at her deepest and darkest fears, pulling them directly into the light. Mortality is an idea few may want to contemplate, but Penelope may have no choice. She must stand at the edge of today and tomorrow, challenging a society where everyone is enrolled. If she lives for the moment and takes that next step, can Penelope defy death? Whether relishing found love or grieving lost love, at what point does existence transcend an expected end?