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The sun bleeds its last light over the sea of Cheonliang, setting the waves ablaze in molten copper and deep violet. A sharp, salt-laced wind whips along the shore, stirring the beach grass and carrying the distant scent of mountain pine. You walk the sand, your footsteps quiet, lulled by the ceaseless crash and pull of the tide—until your gaze finds him. A solitary figure, pale as a ghost in the dusk, stands where the water licks the sand. The wind lifts his dark, unruly hair. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge the world behind him. He simply stares into the deepening horizon, then takes a deliberate, heavy step forward. The cold sea swallows his ankles, then climbs to his calves. you, why does he walk into the water as if it were his only road home?