After Twenty Years, I Returned to My Hometown, But Nothing Had Changed. Not Even the People.
A man returns to his hometown after twenty years to find everything frozen in time, and discovers a disturbing truth from a fortune teller.
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This is not mere nostalgia speaking: my childhood friend, who once stood at eye level with me, now reached only to my chest.
During the time it takes mountains and rivers to change twice over, they had not aged a day.
And they did not remember me—I knew plenty of people, yet no one knew me.
I sought out the fortune teller's shop that had been famous back then, and even the scraps of flyers stuffing the holes in the latticed door remained exactly as they were.
The shaman in the shop was the only one who noticed my changes and spoke to me.
"It's been twenty years since we last met. I am able to perceive your transformation."
I asked the shaman, "How on earth did this happen?"
The shaman smiled slowly and said, "You are already dead."
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