For Yoojung, the whole world was her love for art. It’s the force that keeps her feet grounded on the earth but ironically flies her imagination to the skies. She lived and breathed artistry and existed simply because it does. Yet the fragile glass of her utopian world shattered all at once when she discovered the truth about her existence, the lies amidst all the realities she had been living and the veracity that was painfully shoved down , like ice burning her gorge, gashing through her flesh and destroying ever ounce of what she thought was her identity. Her life crumbled from the perfect utopian state that it once was to the broken million little pieces that it is now. And for Yoojung, loosing her gravity means loosing her sense of self until she finds her new anchor in a place she least expects to see one…