Seoul Object Story

Yerin was having a dream.

It felt as if she were traveling upstream through the river of time, piecing together fragments of memories long forgotten.

It was like looking through an old film reel.

Faint and unclear, yet at the same time, intense and vivid emotions surged through her like a wave.

Scenes that didn’t exist in Yerin’s memories flowed by, but she instinctively knew that these scenes were part of her long-lost past.

'…'

Yerin, with her sharp intellect and exceptional memory, couldn’t quite recall certain memories from her childhood, as if they had been completely severed from her mind.

The first scene was an unfamiliar one.

The people walking down the street were dressed in a way that could not be found anywhere else in the world.

The cold winter air brushed her cheek, and strange buildings filled her sight.

The buildings, decorated with multicolored glass, shone brightly.

As she gazed at the buildings, the young Yerin was smiling brightly.

Though the sound of her laughter couldn’t be heard, the expression on her face conveyed a sense of happiness.

It seemed as though she was having a conversation with someone.

That scene felt like a shot from an old silent film.

The reason Yerin was seeing such a forgotten memory in her dream was probably because of the conversation she had with the doll that looked exactly like her.

A past that she couldn’t remember.

The doll dressed in clothes similar to the ones she wore when she was found at the orphanage.

The object that introduced itself as a doll made in the likeness of the 'Saintess.'

The Saintess Doll had asked Yerin many questions, but Yerin could answer none of them.

After all, she didn’t remember anything.

'…'

The peaceful flow of the dream changed abruptly at some point.

It was as if a Christmas celebration that had been joyful and warm suddenly turned into something cold, as the warmth and comfort vanished and were replaced by endless darkness.

Now, Yerin was writhing in pain.

Surrounding her was a white flame that seemed to burn eternally.

The flames were burning her, but she didn’t turn to ash.