Seoul Object Story

After the fusion with the black planet, the landscape of the cemetery park in Seoul had completely changed.

This cemetery park, created over thirty years ago during the Object incident, was now surrounded not by concrete forests but by dense jungles.

The sight of massive tombstones scattered sparsely among the endless green trees looked somewhat dark.

Although the sunlight shining through the dense foliage was bright, strangely, a lonely aura lingered in the air.

Today, the cemetery park was as quiet as usual.

In the vast park, only two figures were present: a blonde girl and a man dressed in a black suit.

The blonde girl stood in front of a grave, her head bowed as she looked down at the tombstone.

It was the grave of her parents, who had passed away a long time ago.

'Even though I’m a real clone, is it okay to call them my parents…?'

The ambiguous boundary between what is real and fake, original and copy.

The blonde girl slowly mulled over the thoughts rising in her mind like quiet ripples on a deep well.

Then, all of a sudden, the Red Reapers began to appear cautiously from various corners of the cemetery.

Unlike their usual playful and bright demeanor, their expressions carried an air of sorrow.

As if resonating with the blonde girl's emotions, the subtle red light emitted by the Red Reapers colored the cemetery red.

But even that light appeared slightly darker and deeper today.

The vines growing along the decorative metal fence swayed gently in the breeze, and distant bird chirps could be faintly heard.

The blonde girl glanced at the Red Reapers briefly, thinking to herself.

'Those kids must be having similar thoughts to me. We are all clones of the 'originals,' after all.'

The thoughts rising in her heart spread endlessly, like ripples in the deep water.

The blonde girl often imagined the life she could have had if her parents were alive.

Perhaps there would have been a warm meal waiting when she woke up, and they might have greeted her happily when she returned from school—simple, everyday moments.