Perfect Dreamland

Time flows in a rapid whirlwind. The smoke*dissipates in the sparks of fire. The soju is burning in the throat... Our stories always grow beyond our reach and end in surprise. We were born in the ruins, but our hearts wandered in dreams. The people in every isolated city are angels who have fallen into the mortal world. Just follow me, go through those past dreams, and find the lost tenderness... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.