The moon is sinking into the clouds, but shining ever more brightly, woven lights into the air, fabricating a paradise in the trees. Kyungsoo escapes into his reality, running down the bridges, his clear mind awes at the towering, oppressive heads of darkness, advancing like troops of soldier - stopping at a park, spotting an old lady staring out into the woods. Tall willows, boundless, extending ever away, wavering in the wind, creating a veil before the moon, and she just. sits amidst in these, listening to the wind howling past her. She is unmoving, silent, solitary. Kyungsoo wonders what is capturing her attention, impatient, making out shapes in the messy branches, all he sees is rising and falling of swamping dark leaves, one or two grizzled. He searches for fairies at where land holds hands with the sky, but the boundaries are disrupt at specks of mountain. Tired for searching an twinky creatures, stars prevail. He sits next to her, paper-crisp. Curious, being sensitive to fluctuating senses is enrapturing, usually, but now, it seems to  permeate through his life, sole support in his spirit. 

‘What are you looking at?’

‘I am looking for...’ she pauses. ‘I really do not know.’

‘Why aren’t you with your kids?’

‘Shouldn’t you ask it yourself?’ The shaggy skin on her finger wavered, pointing at nowhere. ‘Where are you going? Never sees you around.’

‘I am going to the sea.’

‘It is just next to this forest!’

‘You know this too?’

‘Who doesn’t?’ Smiling like Kyungsoo’s grandmother, so gentle. ‘Why?’

‘I like it.’

‘Who is in it?’

‘Who is in it? How about you?’

‘For me, snapshots of people, who passed into my life and out.’ Smiling like Kyungsoo’s grandma, when Young Kyungsoo is looking up at her, still ling his thumbs. 

‘Then, I guess...’

‘Whoever it is, remember it is just a idea