Eat The World Tree

On the evening of the fifth day.

In the quiet forest, where the chill of the night pierced through the body, one nostalgically reflected on old memories, longing for the past.

There was a dream I sometimes had.

It was a dream that I had every time since the past. The content was dark, and I had this nightmare whenever I took a vague stance.

“Siheon.”

A woman’s voice was heard in my subconscious.

“Siheon.”

Sansuyu called my name repeatedly, as if to wake me up.

‘This girl always gets my name wrong.’