Seoul Object Story

Mini Reaper Garden, Marshmallow Plains

Near the restricted area, the Immutable Zone, I came face to face with a transformed lead doll.

Its blue glow was a fresh change from before.

I gazed at the lead doll with curious eyes.

‘Its body’s turned blue.’

Had it eaten some of the blue Immutable Zone?

Unable to resist, I approached and poked the lead doll’s cheek.

A soft, squishy texture passed through my fingertips.

Then, suddenly, a sense of déjà vu washed over me when I looked at the lead doll.

It felt as if I had seen it in a long-forgotten dream.

A pitch-black, blood-red image flashed by.

Could it be that the figure in that dream was the lead doll? Or maybe it was me, having devoured the black Immutable Zone?

‘I don’t know.’

But I quickly shoved those thoughts deep into my mind.

It was a matter that had nothing to do with the present me.

What mattered now was that the disappearance of one Immutable Zone lightened my mood.

With the ominous aura that had once radiated from the Immutable Zone now gone, it felt as though I had taken off a thick mask, making it easier to breathe.

Of course, I couldn’t breathe, but that’s how it felt.

I turned to the lead doll, its cheeks all squished, staring at me with a blank expression, and asked,

‘What can you do now?’