|Doom's Gibel|

Chapter One

{The beginning~}

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Millions of decades ago, the only thing that accompanied Lord Mireuk was chaos.

In the never-ending nothingness he was lonely; sitting all day long having nothing to do and no one to talk to.
He then decided to make humans and along with them he created earth, as a place for them to live in.

As a result a new realm was formed: the realm of the mortals.

He made sure that there was everything in it to satisfy their needs and make their survival possible.

For warmth and brightness he made sun; to cool the earth he made water; to provide light during the pitch black nights he made stars and moon; for nutrition and energy he made plants and animals.
All the things that the humans could ever wish for was there.

Many decades passed by peacefully, however as Sang-je (the Heavenly Emperor) watched over the humans he noticed a change in their behaviour.

They owned all the things on earth and had nothing to lose; this made them ungrateful of the things that the gods had given them. They began to exploit resources, taking their privileges for granted.

Sang-je detested this transformation within the humans and thought a punishment was needed.
So he created doom, to make them aware that everything they had, everything they owned, wasn't going to last forever. Anything that has a beginning ultimately has an end.
Doom would make sure that they never forget this absolute truth.

And this is how doom came to existence.

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I stood in front of a circular mirror. Its frame made of expensive metal, engraved with many floral patterns.

I had worn a plain white hanbok, hair neatly placed in a braid. Before moving out I place a pendant around my neck. Towards its end hung a silver piece, carved into the shape of a plum tree.

Giving a satisfied nod to my reflection I open the wooden doors.

Instantly various images flash before my eyes, none of them clear enough for me to make out what they actually were.

Finally when they stop I see myself in the same white hanbok; the only difference was the red stains on it, which definitely wasn't menstruation.

Blood, my blood.

Slowly I step backwards.
Even when I had reached the edge most part of the cliff I did not stop.

I continued to move, falling right into the fierce current of the waterfall.
That was the last thing I remember before waking up, tears running down my cheeks.

The same damn dream.

This dream has been haunting me for the past ten years and every single time I wake up, I find myself crying.

Wiping my tears I slide off my duvet and get ready for the day.

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Seoul being the capital city is always lively and full of people. Luckily in such megalopolis city I managed to make my dream come true: owning a bakery.