The figurative expression of 'the world beneath my feet' happened literally, but it didn't feel strange. It was extremely natural as though I had this perspective since birth. I looked for the other 'Han Haneul.' Movement was easy. The moment I wished for it, I was there. It was the room I used when I was young. Memories started coming back to me. I felt like I found my high school graduation album that I had forgotten about. The Han Haneul lying on the bed stood up. She was a me that was totally different from me. I thought I'd feel a sense of disparity when looking at her, but I actually didn't feel anything much. Maybe it was because what was about to unfold was a game.

Mom was in the living room. I stood next to her. I called out to her and even touched her, but mom didn't seem to feel it. As the grim reaper had said, it seemed that I could not do anything but watch. I looked at my mother who didn't have a single wrinkle on her face. She looked similar to me after I gave birth.

Han Haneul left the room, rubbing her drowsy eyes. Get washed...