While the world achieves rapid progress, behind the glittering veneer of the city lie those who cannot keep up, drifting along the margins of life. The surging rage and profound sense of loss running through my veins make me feel as though I am facing total ruin. In truth, it is not ruin—merely a setback from which one can always rise—yet daily life remains bound by self-control and suppression borrowed from the world’s standards. Still, believing that someone who blooms from the heart will emerge at the end of it all, finding joy and humor through it all, I take up the pen once more. March 2026: overcoming an accident that severed two tendons in my dominant right hand and cut deep into my wrist, moving beyond the pain, I channel the world through my mascot character, "myulmang."

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