They live for 300 years, simply to become sea foam. But humans, they have souls. Their souls live forever. The human soul is as azure as the petals of a cornflower, as pristine as crystal clear glass. Yet, its depth is profound, beneath the cerulean waves, when the memories softly ripple. A festival of lights dances upon the reflection of waves, the moment I give away my breath just to gain a new life. "Perhaps, there may be no going back." Has this been land or sea? It matters not.

The water no longer quenched his thirst, and even the heavy rain that had soaked Hyunjin to the skin felt as ghostly as the dream of happiness for which he had forever given up his home.

Walking down the dimly lit street, whose streetlights reflected in the wet asphalt, Hyunjin was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that he had pushed someone's shoulder with his own.

One look back. Eyes meeting. Time has stopped.