Han jisung

Where a young artist lived next to solitude in an early morning that would be like any other where inspiration did not come, the face of a young woman he saw in his dreams came to his mind
He began to sculpt and was fascinated by his creation, a young porcelain girl
Fatigue was complicit in the late hour, causing him to fall asleep at his desk
He woke up for a reason and thought that it was because of his tiredness that he observed that the sculpture was moving
Frightened, he threw things at her until one of them hit her. He saw what she felt and stopped, no longer being scared, because the work in which he put all his dedication had life today.

-You won't break