Kyungsoo woke up with his head throbbing. He found himself ashore where the sand was white, and the sea was impossibly blue and calm. He scanned his surroundings and figured that he could be in a island, except that a table for two has been set not far from his location which could mean that someone is in the island

      Half of a year wouldn’t be enough, as what Luhan puts it. Time was ticking and there was nothing more for them to do, but run—chase after it, although in the end they’ll lose the race. But they have to try. They’ve got to fight—for their happiness’ sake, for their dreams,

    Time would pass, old empires would fall and new ones take their place…before I discovered that it is not quality of goods and utility which matter, but movement; not where you are or what you have, but where you have come from, where you are going and the rate at which you are getting there.