Seoul Object Story

The girl had one small wish.

A wish to travel to various places and see many wonderful things.

But her grandfather absolutely forbade the young girl from going outside the house.

Perhaps because of this, the girl dreamed every night.

As if it were her only escape.

These dreams came in three types!

The first, as if reflecting the heart of a girl who couldn’t go out, was a dream of touring Seoul.

Though she couldn’t move freely in that dream, which was a bit frustrating, the discomfort was well worth enduring.

The dream showed her various scenery, as if reflecting her wish.

In her dreams, she could see and feel every corner of Seoul.

Moreover, the dreams were so diverse that they seemed endless.

Though most of the dream’s contents were forgotten upon waking, some scenes remained vaguely in the girl’s mind.

That huge tower appeared in my dreams too. That enormous tower visible from grandfather’s house. I really wanted to go inside it…

But no matter how many times she turned the doorknob in her dreams, the tower’s door refused to open.

Click, click, click.

Only the loud sound of the doorknob echoed.

It never opened.

The second dream was one where her friends visited her in dreams.

The only friends of a girl who had none.

Dream friends who looked exactly like the girl herself.

They would show her mysterious memories.

Memories filled only with truly joyful things.

In those memories, the girl traveled to various places, laughing brightly and having fun.

Though the grandfather in the memories was a bit cold, unlike the real grandfather, he told her to go wherever she wanted freely.

The Object danger zones seemed especially fun to the girl.

Trees that bubbled with soap bubbles.

A lake that emitted such a delightful fragrance it made her head spin.

Stream water that flowed like clear crystal.

A forest where cute kittens as big as the girl played.

In such wonderful places, the girls wore happy smiles.

But such memories always cut off abruptly at some point.

Like watching an interesting cartoon that suddenly stops.

I want to see more.

But no matter how much she begged to see more, the friends who looked just like her would only shake their heads.

The third dream was truly unpleasant.

A dream where sticky red liquid constantly clung to the girl.

Liquid so sticky she could never remove it alone.

Moreover, when the liquid clung to her body, she seemed to hear strange voices.

Though voices shouldn’t have colors, it felt like a red voice.

And just when it seemed she would be buried and sucked into that liquid.

Her only friends would grab her hands with all their might and pull.

And the moment she escaped the liquid, the girl would forget the dream and her friends, waking up.

Every time.