Love during that time, two thousand years ago, sure feels like it’s all or nothing, doesn’t it? We watch the love story of Matira and Pachara quickly blossom and fold, ramping up for the final act that destroyed everything. And it feels consequential, because we’re sitting back with Praoploy listening to the story (complete with the family tree of Tarawatburam), and can’t help but feel that reviving an old story makes it real again. That not only does Pachara need Praoploy to remember and reverse the curse, but that this may very well be the last time he’s living in this world. So while he retells it slowly, peers at her with his half bewitching smile, and stalling time for selfish reasons, I can’t…