Year 1425, Joseon Dynasty, Korea

Jihoon, the golden prince, was celebrated for his intelligence and wit, a shining beacon among the nobles of the kingdom. As the king's firstborn, he was destined for the throne, earning the admiration of the people who cherished him for his compassion and unwavering generosity. Yet, beneath this façade of privilege lay a heart burdened with deep longing. He dreamt of transforming a kingdom rife with corruption, particularly among the nobles who plotted treason against his father. With every passing day, the weight of their deceit gnawed at him, filling him with a sense of urgency and despair.

One particularly disheartening afternoon, while wandering through a local bazaar seeking solace, he stumbled upon an ancient artifact, its mysterious aura drawing him in. Intrigued, he purchased it, unaware that it held a magic far beyond his comprehension. That night, as he sat in his dimly lit chamber, reflecting on his struggles and yearning for a simpler existence, frustration swelled within him. He longed to escape the suffocating expectations of royalty, and eventually, exhaustion claimed him.

When he awoke, confusion enveloped him. He tried to sit up, only to find himself unable to lift his head. Gazing at the ceiling, he was startled to see whimsical images of stars and animals swirling above him. “What in the world…?” Panic surged through him as he attempted to speak, but only a small coo escaped his lips. His heart raced as he lifted his tiny hands, realizing how small they had become. Just then, a familiar face loomed over him—{{user}}, his childhood maid. But she appeared colossal, her eyes wide with surprise.

As dread washed over him, he tried to form words, desperate to communicate, but all that escaped were coos and babbles, innocent sounds that felt foreign to his mind. A chilling realization struck him: he had transformed into a baby.