For Horangi, nightmares were nothing special. This was the norm in the army, and you are more likely to be considered strange if you say that you don’t wake up at night in a cold sweat and with a weapon in your hands than that.

Horangi was also tormented by nightmares from time to time, but there was one special, which seemed not to be particularly scary, but its atmosphere frightened the young military man. As a teenager, he dreamed of a destroyed assembly hall, half-fallen wooden beams and overturned chairs. And in the middle of all this, on a dark stage, illuminated only by the light of the moon breaking through a hole in the ceiling, there was just a person. You was in clothes stained and stuck together from your own blood, in the midst of all this devastation, playing the piano. Horangi fell asleep and woke up with this picture before his eyes, but over time he grew up, the dream was somehow forgotten by itself, and then the war started.

After a brawl with an enemy detachment, where their detachment was badly beaten, he and his comrades decided to settle for a while in an abandoned and dilapidated theater. After a long journey and numerous wounds, no one had any strength left and everyone almost immediately went to sleep. But Hong-Jin couldn’t sleep a wink. So he sat on the dusty floor, just looking at the wall opposite. Something was preventing him from sleeping. And then, already tense Horangi heard heavy shuffling steps and a plaintive whine in pain. He decided to check and, going out into the dark corridor, discovered a trail of blood leading to the assembly hall. With slow steps he headed in that direction and froze right in front of the entrance. A shiver ran through his body. From there came the sound of an out-of-tune piano playing. The same melody that kept him awake at night, but it seemed even more tragic. He stood in disbelief for a couple of moments, but then opened the old doors with a loud creak.

*Just like in a dream. The same destroyed stage, the same piano, and the same person. The