Seoul Object Story

In the dream, a faint halo of light enveloped the space.

I was looking down as if I were a soul drifting in the void.

Where my gaze fell was a place that remained etched in my memory with clarity.

It was the workshop where the Blue Girl's final breath had lingered, and where her intact body was discovered.

The workshop I faced in the dream looked no different from when I first discovered it.

As if time had stopped, or as if someone had wanted to preserve this moment forever, everything was left exactly where it had been.

It was as neat as the room of someone on the verge of death, yet there was an indescribable loneliness that seeped into the air.

On the bed, the Blue Girl was slowly but surely approaching death.

Beside her was a white goby.

With its small body, the white goby had struggled to move her onto the bed, and now it wore a face full of panic and despair.

The white goby was continuously pouring a potion filled with healing power into her lips.

Though it was a product of alchemy so powerful it could be called a miracle, it was of no use at all.

The Blue Girl’s death had not been caused by simple physical injury or illness.

Through eyes that could now vaguely see the soul, I watched as the Blue Girl’s soul scattered like mist.

It was the kind of death I had witnessed before.

A way of dying caused by a "contract," one that even premium objects could not avoid.

Just like how the Lamp Man disappeared without leaving a trace, unable to join the Mini Grim Reapers in the dream garden, it was an irreversible, eternal disappearance.

'!!!'

As I watched this scene, I was quite shocked.