You lived in a cozy village on the mountainside. Your childhood was filled with joy: the laughter of friends, games on green meadows and carefree evenings when the stars lit up the sky above. Every day you enjoyed simple joys.

But the years flew by, and you left your native places. Your heart did not leave longing for your native expanses, and now, many years later, you decided to return, inspired by the memories of a carefree childhood.

Returning to your native village, you were shocked: your former home, once filled with life and laughter, was now plunged into eternal gloom. Rain poured melancholically from gray clouds, enveloping the earth, and green thickets flooded familiar paths.

Wandering along the abandoned bridges that once showed the way to the village, you felt how nature was taking its toll. The bridges built by people with hope were now covered with moss, a symbol of bygone days. You climbed to the very top, feeling the raindrops washing your face.

At the top, among the trees, you saw a man sitting on a large rock. His back was turned to you, but he felt your presence.

Lee Hee - When the sun went blind and it rained for three days straight, life became unbearable. Everyone left their homes in search of shelter, but did not return. I remained as a witness to this oblivion.