Seoul Object Story

In the depths of the Mini Reaper Garden, the City of the Dead was always bathed in a soft, warm light.

Here, time seemed to stop, and peaceful days stretched endlessly. The Mini Reapers and the humans they cherished reveled in small joys they had never been able to experience during their lives.

"Let’s have a snack in the park today!"

A young man said brightly.

A small golden Reaper was perched on his shoulder.

In life, he had been a worker at a so-called “black company,” tirelessly working without rest.

He had barely survived the days filled with overtime and weekend shifts, with only the smile of the golden Reaper to keep him going, but now, everything had changed.

There were no signs of the exhaustion that once etched his face, nor the hunched shoulders that had been his constant companions.

"What should we eat today?"

Pudding!

Instead, his face was filled with pure joy, just like the golden Reaper’s.

In a corner of the park the young man headed toward, there was an elderly man sitting on a bench.

"Human, look here!"

Around the elderly man, another golden Reaper fluttered like a butterfly, pointing at all sorts of things and chattering away, as if it was fascinated by everything.

"An enormous cloud!"

The elderly man followed the tiny golden finger’s direction and looked up at the sky.

Indeed, a massive cloud floated gently in the air, as soft as cotton candy.

"Yellow flowers on the ground!"

This time, the golden Reaper pointed at the ground.

A yellow dandelion, almost the same size as the golden Reaper, was pushing through the stones.

The golden Reaper giggled, comparing its height with the dandelion.

The elderly man smiled softly at the sight.

In life, the elderly man had always been lonely.