When the World Makes Us Pause, You Close Your Eyes Again
A poetic meditation on love, memory, and the invisible connections that bind two souls across time.
This is an English translation of a story originally written in Korean by the
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
You seemed to close your eyes only to see something—like the little prince who cherished his rose and tamed his fox.
Right. What matters cannot be seen. That's why I hold your hand while feeling the gentle breeze flutter around us.
Your hand is smaller than I thought. But your heart feels so much larger than mine.
Yet when I woke, that hand wasn't mine at all—it existed only in your memory.
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