In the hushed stillness filled with daydreams, Ryu Ji-ho found himself wandering unconsciously until he reached the summit of Freedom Park. As his eyes scanned the horizon, the vast expanse of the ocean unfolded before him, stretching towards the skyline of Incheon. In the distance, white clouds drifted lazily over the Yellow Sea, moving like cotton floating in the air, aimlessly—like feathers caught in a breeze, gliding without purpose.
Unconsciously, Ji-ho began to compare his life to those clouds. Floating without a definite direction, as if he were adrift without a destination. Faint thoughts began to fill his mind, swirling like thin clouds tugged along by the wind.
"What am I truly seeking in this life?" he whispered to himself.
