Sitting near a window, Ga-in longed to go into the sun. Despite the very harsh  consequences it would hold. Being forced to live the same cycle for eternity until she got it right. She longed to take the consequences and be in her lover's arms in heaven.  It had been a half a century since his last incarnation, would she have to wait the other half? Would it be soon? She wasn't alone, her three sisters had been with her these four hundred years. But her heart still ached for him. The huge pendant around her neck was a reminder of fifty year ago. Containing a picture of them swing dancing before war broke out. A painting of when they traveled in 1820 to China on her wall. A street artist had painted of them hand in hand. His hanbok he was going to use for their wedding the very first time. His first mother had been kind enough to give to her. She held on to every major piece of him she could have.