Nam was a young man who was going to university.At the end of the school day, as he was packing his bag, his only friend, Acchi, approached him cheerfully
Can I come over?"
-"No."
-"What about tomorrow?"
-"No."
-"What about the weekend?"
Nam was getting a little irritated. "I said no, I have things to do."
-"Ugh, fine."
Acchi was smart, talented, and successful. As he left, he waved
Nam remembered an event while walking home, as a child, people told him that his eyes were frightening. At first, he didn't care, but one day, when his best friend backed away from him in fear, he realized that moment had been etched into his mind
Nam made it home without any trouble. His mother, Lenora, said, "Is that you, Nam?"
"Yes," he replied.
His eyes caught sight of a necklace. "Did you just get this?"
His mother answered, "Your brother bought it."
Nam decided to go to his room
Nam usually spent his days in his room, lost in his own world. He didn't mind being alone—it was peaceful. Occasionally, he hung out with Acchi, his only friend, but most of the time, he preferred the company of books and his sketchpad.
After changing his clothes, he dropped into his chair with a sigh and unlocked his phone. What should I do? he wondered, staring blankly at the screen. Every day felt the same. Nothing exciting ever happened.
His gaze shifted to his sketchbook lying on the desk. Maybe I should draw something… He tapped his fingers against the table. "What should I draw?" he mumbled to himself.
Then, a thought hit him. That dream… What if I draw that dream?
He hesitated. Or maybe I should just forget about it… But if I draw it, maybe I can make sense of it.
His grip on the pencil tightened. The indecision was frustrating, but in the end, he flipped open the sketchbook. Alright. Let's do this
In his dream, Nam found himself standing behind a door. It was slightly open, allowing him to peek inside. Someone familiar—a relative—was playing with a toy. But there was someone else in the room.
Who is that?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see their face. His body felt heavy, completely unresponsive, as if he had been injected with Succinylcholine. A terrifying thought crossed his mind. Am I paralyzed? Even blinking felt like a struggle.
Then, everything shifted.
A strange sensation washed over him, and before he knew it, he was no longer himself. He looked down. Small hands. A tiny body. He was in the body of a child—a four-year-old, at most.
His mouth moved on its own. Words spilled out, ones he hadn't meant to say. This isn't my voice… The things he was saying didn't belong to a child.
What's happening to me?
With great effort, he turned toward the door. The body that had been there—the one he had seen just moments ago—was gone.
A chill ran down his spine.
And then—
Nam snapped back to reality, gripping his pencil tightly. His heart was pounding.
That dream… What does it mean?