part 8|| Greek god

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Austin Kim—the famous violinist, a name that resonated with the allure of music and the charm of a Greek god. Standing tall at 6'2", he possessed a physique that turned heads, with skin that seemed to glow like the finest porcelain. His dark golden hair was always perfectly styled, framing his striking face adorned with ocean-blue eyes that drew people in as if they were about to drown in their depths. Those dimples, when he smiled, could melt hearts with their irresistible charm.

Austin was more than just a musician; he was a vision of sophistication and enlightenment, a living embodiment of perfection. His talent on the violin was as divine as his appearance, each note resonating with the beauty of his spirit. Born in South Korea, circumstances led his family to Paris, where he blossomed into a beloved figure, cherished by fans and friends alike. Their adoration completed him, filling his life with joy and gratitude for the blessings he enjoyed.

Yet, despite this outward perfection, Austin was haunted by strange dreams. In these visions, he found himself wandering through a royal palace filled with blurred faces—phantoms from a past he couldn’t grasp. Sometimes, these dreams were delicate, like whispers of forgotten memories; other times, they morphed into nightmares, dark and suffocating, as if someone were stealing his very essence, draining his vitality.

Although he rarely experienced these nightmares, he turned to medicine, believing they were mere byproducts of his demanding career. On the surface, he appeared happy and fulfilled, yet a lingering sense of incompleteness gnawed at him—a feeling that he was holding back from a treasure lost to time, something precious yet just out of reach.

What was this elusive treasure? He couldn’t quite decipher it.

How strange it was that even as time passed, the remnants of the past lingered in their minds—echoes of lives once intertwined, memories faded yet persistent, bound by the red thread of fate.

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