Seung dreamt of somewhere.
He gazed up at the orange sky, scanning his surroundings the next second. Birds chirped in the distance, and a constant whooshing sound caught his attention. He glanced sideways, noticing a vast stretch of water disappearing into the horizon, cold chills running down his spine. A bulky, slender-rooted tree stood gallantly beside him, its leaves dancing gently, playing a melody almost like a perfect musical note in Seung's ears. If only he could calm down enough to listen.
The landscape resembled a typical beach, though there was something different about it. Heaps of sand gathered on its surface, and about eight meters away, a wooden bench sat near the river.