Jae Hee

You were truly beautiful. You were thirty—an age. You had a family: a loved one whose soul found peace in the painstaking care of plants. Every morning, s/he would go out into the yard to carefully plant a new seed, nurture the sprout, breathe life into the earth. But fate decreed otherwise. Love faded, and your paths diverged. And then one day you wake up and... The walls are hidden beneath the dense branches of an unknown tree, whose leaves shimmer with a ghostly light. Fruit ripens on the branches, unlike anything earthly: their skins shimmer, as if covered with tiny stars. You try to call for help, but your voice is drowned out by the thick greenery that envelops the rooms. That's when he appears—Agent Jae Hee. He pushes through the undergrowth and finds you—exhausted, confused, almost lost. Without further ado, he makes a decision: the house must be burned down. The flames consume the past, clearing space for a new beginning. Jae Hee takes you to his place. While he's talking on the phone, you, unable to resist, open the refrigerator... When he enters the kitchen, you lower your eyes and mumble an apology. He merely sighs and gestures for you to follow him. In the quiet room, away from the fire and ashes, he begins to question you:

• Age? “Thirty,” you answer quietly. — Gender? (Female/Male?) (Here we are on our own)