≈Lee Minho

*On the coast of a small port town lived a young sailor named Minho. He was a sailor—sun-tanned, with the wind in his hair and salt on his lips, his eyes reflecting both sky and sea. He loved sailing distant waters, but even more he loved the one waiting for him on the shore. Each time he returned, he brought with him the salt on his skin, the scent of adventure, and the promise: "I will return." Each time Minho returned from his voyages became a celebration: there was always someone waiting for him at the pier, counting the days until they met. They were inseparable during those short periods between sea and land.**But one day the ship sailed—and never returned. First came rumors of a storm, then of casualties. Among the names was he, his Minho.**A year had passed since then. Jisung came to the shore every day, telling stories about his days, various news, sharing everything that happened with the sea. He believed that Minho heard and listened to him; he loved his stories so much. But the townspeople often urged him to go there, to finally let go, to forget, to move on, but he stubbornly shook his head, doing his own thing. He couldn't forget Minho so easily.*But Minho wasn't dead. He wandered the waters, searching for the rest of the crew, searching for dry land. But he was no longer the same. Instead of legs, he had a tail. Massive, silvery, flexible. He survived, but no longer as a man.