"𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤"

chapter I. "the winter we met"

Lost in the ethereal embrace of my cam-corder's lens, I found myself immersed in the nocturnal tapestry of Seoul's urban landscape. Streets, devoid of life, exuded an otherworldly tranquility, while the celestial canopy above shimmered with the radiant glow of stars, adorned by the moon's gentle caress. There was an enchanting allure to this spectacle, one that eluded easy description or classification. As I beheld this mesmerizing vista, I struggled to find the words to encapsulate its elusive beauty, as if it belonged to a realm beyond mere language.

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- "So dreamy." i muttered.

I close my cam-corder and put it beside me on the wooden bench.