Seoul Object Story

In the Marshmallow Plains of the Mini Reaper Garden.

At its center, a Red Reaper was seriously carving a white Hungry Ghost.

It felt quite different from when it first carved the white Hungry Ghost with excessive affectation.

Swish. Swish.

The Red Reaper began carving the white Hungry Ghost’s skin with skilled hand movements.

As sharp horns and frills gradually emerged from the white Hungry Ghost, its appearance started to resemble a Triceratops.

After some time passed, the Red Reaper succeeded in carving two white Hungry Ghosts.

And it made the two white Hungry Ghosts strike what it considered good poses.

‘Complete!’

The Triceratops white Hungry Ghost, with its chin lifted high, revealed itself.

The Red Reaper smiled contentedly at the two three-horned white Hungry Ghosts.

Golden Reapers and Black Reapers wandering the Marshmallow Plains discovered this and clapped.

‘Amazing!’

‘Well done!’

And some Golden Reapers, perhaps interested in the Red Reaper’s carving, caught several wild white Hungry Ghosts from the Marshmallow Plains and began chopping them up.

Hehe.

The Red Reaper, smiling proudly at the mini Reapers’ praise, created flame-made stamps in both hands and firmly pressed them onto the white Hungry Ghosts’ bodies.

‘Revolution!’

Then, burned-black sickle and hammer patterns were imprinted on the white Hungry Ghosts’ bodies.

Kyuhinghing.

Behind the three-horned Hungry Ghosts came mournful white Hungry Ghost cries.

There was a deep pit near where the Red Reaper was carving, and the sounds came from there.

It was where white Hungry Ghosts that had been discarded due to excessive carving were piled up.

Though the white Hungry Ghosts couldn’t feel pain, they were voicing their pitiful situation.

Kyuhinghing.

As the Red Reaper showed off its carvings and the mini Reapers clapped, small footsteps approached.

The footsteps had somehow come right behind the Red Reaper.

And a hand came down, gently stroking the Red Reaper.

“Well carved.”

A familiar voice.

And a voice the Red Reaper had waited for a very long time.

!

The Red Reaper turned its head so quickly it seemed its neck might snap, eyes wide with surprise.

The figure of a girl crouching behind the Red Reaper, reaching out to pat its head.

The blonde girl who had been sleeping for a very long time had opened her eyes and was looking down at the Red Reaper.

“It’s been a while.”

At those words from the blonde girl, the Red Reaper shed sparkling tears and clung to her cheek.