(A 500-year curse x a time-loop angst x the timeline of your existence) The day I became a Hilichurl, a blond traveler handed me a key. "Wait for someone," he said, "wait for five hundred years." I didn't know he was the person I would be waiting for five hundred years later. I also didn't know that this key would lead me to the downfall of my dearest friend and the destruction of my homeland. Five hundred years of loneliness wore me down; I watched my body decay, my memories fade, yet I clung tightly to this key of fate. Until we met again at the end of time, he whispered "thank you," and I finally understood that the five hundred years of torment...
