The wind rustles, causing autumn leaves to gently fall. Grass blades that once basked in the summer sunlight now wither, losing their vitality.
The breeze is somewhat dry and cool, offering a precise sense of the changing season. Is there anything as accurate as the wind to gauge the seasons? The shaman keenly senses the subtle transition.
"Summer has indeed passed."
Autumn Equinox.
The length of day and night becomes equal, water begins to dry, and insects start burrowing into the ground as the season shifts.
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Daldal: Main story
General FictionIn the secluded solitude of Mount Moak, 19-year-old Eun-oh has spent his entire life following his late mother's dying wish-to "live alone." However, fate takes a chilling turn when desperation leads him to steal from a mysterious man entering the...
