The afternoon sun bathed the small boy in a red cap as he ran across the yard with endless energy. His steps were light, almost in rhythm with a beat only he could hear. Every now and then, he stopped, adjusted his cap with serious focus, and tried to mimic the dance moves he’d seen on TV — concentrating as if the world depended on it.

"Look at me!" He shouted, flashing a huge grin before spinning and falling on his little hands, laughing loudly. His laughter rang out like a melody — innocent, bright, and full of spark. Even as a child, there was something different about him — a natural confidence, a spark that said he was born for the stage.

While the others went back to playing hide-and-seek, he stood still for a moment, gazing at the horizon with curious, thoughtful eyes. Maybe even he couldn’t explain it, but inside little Jiyong, a creative fire was already burning — one that would one day set the world ablaze.