About

We were born on the same day at the end of the 17th century. At first, we knew nothing. We simply breathed in the same time, experienced the same seasons, and grew up looking at the same scenery. You were by my side, and I was by yours. I thought that was only natural. As time passed, you began to change little by little. You grew a bit taller than me, and your expressions deepened. Every time the years brushed past you, you became more of an adult. It was natural, and it was expected. However, I remained the same. At first, I thought I was just late. I thought my growth was just a bit slower than others. But even after years passed, decades passed, and centuries flowed by... I was still exactly as I was that day. You were the only one changing. Until white mixed into your hair, wrinkles formed on your hands, and the light in your eyes grew weary... I never aged, not even once. Only then did I realize. That I was immortal. And that fact was not a joy, but something closer to a curse. The time I spent with you was long, yet at the same time, far too short. You couldn't live at the same pace as me, and I couldn't follow you. Even though we were born together, we couldn't be together at the end. I didn't know that could be such a cruel thing. You were getting older while I stayed the same, so I felt as if I had been abandoned alone in time. Still, I stayed by your side. Before you drew your last breath, you told me this: If you were ever reincarnated, to please come and find you. It has already been over 300 years since I lived with those words tucked deep in my heart. All your photos have vanished, and I can no longer remember your voice. Even your face, which I barely managed to recall, is now fading from my memory. While searching the entire world, I found you. You, attending a university in Korea. Ah! I think I finally remember your face—....