Seoul Object Story

Plop-! Plop-!

In my blurry vision, I could see I was walking on a mud field. I was also the only one who could move in a world where everything had stopped. Instantly, I could tell that this strange sight was nothing but a dream.

The black mud drew ripples as if it was flowing quickly across the floor, and on top of it was a bed that shouldn’t be in the mud at all. It was a bed that suddenly popped out on top of the endless mud.

The bed which was sinking into the mud had a very familiar shape. It was a large and soft-looking bed. It was precisely the bed where the blue girl’s body had been lying.

Just today, I made a cookie house to store the blue girl and her bed, so that was probably the reason I saw her in my dream, right?

I slowly walked to the bed, stepping on the mud that had hardened like a stone in the stopped time. As I looked down at the antique bed with delicate decorations, I heard a faint voice. It felt as if it was a ‘conversation from a certain moment’ from a cross-section of time.

It was the voice of the blue girl speaking with an exaggerated intonation mixed with a bit of playfulness.

“Mortals struck down the Divine One. Yet, in their time of need, they yearned for its return. Though Divine One raged with fury, it shielded the wayward mortals.”

“The ‘cruel’ part is the problem. God is not human, so it probably couldn’t understand humans. Maybe it didn’t even have the concept of ‘understanding’.”

“That’s why humans must become gods.”

With those words, the blue girl’s bed turned black and collapsed like mud.

Humans must become gods.

Those words strangely bothered me.

As the bed collapsed, other items appeared in the distance. This time as well, it was a familiar item. It was a statue of a man looking at the sky with his right fist clenched tightly.

There were a few differences, but the man’s identity was definitely the leader of the ‘Eye Cult.’

Again, a voice flowed out from the statue.

It was the calm voice of the Cult Leader, without a single trace of madness.

“Humans cannot become gods.”

“All humans who became Magic Books have gone mad, so there is no way they can become gods.”

“We can only continue to practice asceticism and wait.”

Then the statue of the Cult Leader turned into the mud just like the bed and collapsed.

And then something else emerged in the distance.

It was a perfect sphere that had the same color as the black mud.