After they passed the entrance, Chi-Woo and Hawa arrived at a long passageway that looked like a tunnel. It wasn’t dark inside because there were stalactites protruding from the ceilings illuminating the space. Chi-Woo walked for a while until he abruptly smelled a faint smoke.

‘What is that?’ It appeared to be steam or a haze. Like white fog people breathed out on a winter day, the steam-like substance poured out from ahead of them. And Chi-Woo began to see more patches of green mosses and grasses in his surroundings; the farther he went, the more noticeable they became. Furthermore, he felt cool and refreshed just like he would while walking in a forest at early sunrise. When they finally reached the end of the passageway, Chi-Woo and Hawa stopped. It was a dead end, and they couldn’t see any other paths. Yet they weren’t concerned about that in the slightest, too mesmerized by the fantastical sight before them.

They saw a vast pasture that blanketed every inch of this space. Although they were inside a cave, the soft grass swayed from a breeze, and they found themselves in a forest made up of large trees. There was a small spring pool that usually would only be found deep inside a mountain, streaming water down in all directions. They had just crossed one passageway, but the scenery had gone through a 180-degree change. It was astonishing and truly unbelievable that a pasture of this size could exist inside a cave. On top of that, there was white smoke flowing across the area like clouds, which made the place look even more mystical. It truly looked like...