Seoul Object Story

The dome's interior, which replaced the sky with the Color Universe, was like walking through a gigantic kaleidoscope, with stars of various colors gleaming and shifting constantly, drawing strange patterns. The light transformed everything below into jewels. Trees became emeralds, rocks turned into rubies, and even the dust in the air sparkled like diamond powder.

Though the space was as strange as the foreign presence's realm, the Green Reaper’s domain effectively pushed it back. Even after the foreign presence had fallen from the Color Universe, it felt as though something enormous had fallen, yet nothing remained— as if nothing had ever fallen at all.

The massive tear in the Color Universe seemed to have disappeared, leaving behind a surreal sensation, like a forgotten dream. Furthermore, the erosion effect that should have been enhanced by the foreign presence did not show any significant changes. In fact, everything seemed eerily still. So still that the silence itself provoked a sense of unease. It was a strange situation where what should be present was missing.

The Green Reaper, tensed and on edge, extended his senses in all directions.

“Ming...”

While the foreign presence was not detectable, its overwhelming presence still filled the space. It felt like being trapped inside the body of a colossal living entity. Or perhaps, the entire space had already become part of the foreign presence. Was it not invisible, but simply so immense that it could not be fully grasped?

The Green Reaper, desperately trying to hold onto his fading form, grew tense. He had just realized his power and was trying to save the Attachment Human, only to face an unexpectedly powerful adversary. But he could not retreat. He had made the decision not to run.

Soon, jewels began to rise around the Green Reaper, one by one. They floated gracefully like petals scattered in the spring breeze, appearing even in the realm of life itself, defying all logic. The Green Reaper was tense at first, but soon became entranced by their beauty.

The jewels shimmered with a transparent golden glow. They radiated a warm, brilliant light, like the sun. As he gazed at them, a memory suddenly surfaced. A warm afternoon, sharing a snack with the Attachment Human, the sweetness of the moment. It was not an illusion created by the regenerating jewels, but a memory so simple and real that the Green Reaper almost mistook it for something he had actually lived through.

“Ming...!”

The realization struck like lightning.

The golden jewels were none other than his own memories.

Precious memories had crystallized and were now flowing before him.

‘No!’

But it was already too late. Like water bursting from a broken dam, countless jewels flowed from within the Green Reaper. Happy moments transformed into warm, glowing jewels, while painful memories turned into cold, dark jewels. As the memories faded, the Green Reaper’s very existence began to wither away.

He faded like a photograph losing its color, becoming more and more indistinct. But what was more terrifying was the fact that the memories with the Attachment Human were also vanishing, one by one. Desperately, the Green Reaper gathered the crystallized pieces of his precious memories.

Not a single one could be lost.