“How is this possible? I’m sure you died!”

The star catcher raised his index finger and put it close to his lips. It did mean to be quiet, but it also seemed to mean not to ask about him.

“Are you telling me to not ask that?”

The star catcher didn’t reply or even nod.

Lakrak thought to himself, ‘So the last conversation I had with him turns out to be correct. It seems that the Blue Insect God does gather us after we die. If a dead person could talk the same as a living person, the dead and living wouldn’t be distinguishable. So there must be things he can and can’t say. I at least shouldn’t ask the dead how they came back. Because death is a private thing.’

The dead star catcher had come back. Lakrak didn’t hold any prejudice against him. He decided to think of it as a simple thing. The star catcher had appeared to answer his question, which meant he should continue to talk about the problem.

Lakrak asked, “What do you mean by living in the same time?”

Without a word, the star catcher pushed the changho door open, revealing a hallway. As the star catcher pushed open another door, the maru appeared. And from that point, another door was pushed open to reveal the outdoors. There were a few perches placed in the garden. The cold wind made the torch light dance and swept through Lakrak’s sleeves.

Lakrak followed the star catcher outside. It was a starry night.

The star catcher then said, “How is the night sky?...