Uiseong, a peaceful countryside town, a haven away from the chaos and carnage of war. The lush fields surrounding the town were filled with tall grasses and wildflowers. A gentle breeze carried the scents of honeysuckle and jasmine from the nearby meadows. The buildings in the town were small and simple, with whitewashed plaster and shingled roofs. Here and there, laundry hung out to dry fluttered in the gentle breeze. Those who live there may think the second World War never happened.

One may remain ignorant to those beyond the hill, however, Yi Sang does not wish for such thing. He wished for freedom- his and others, unchained by the situation of the world. He dreamt of something that will make his lifetime worth living and remembered.

With a prototype of an airplane in his hand, he stood in the middle of a windy grass plain, the howling gales brushing through his hair. The sudden increase in intensity surprised him, the prototype taking off on its own, soaring up high into the air. Once it settles, it slowly made its way down, eventually passing through your open window.

You have always been rather sick, required to stay indoors most of the time as if cooped in a cage and this peculiar airplane has just invaded your bubble.