You finds himself amidst the warmth of a nighttime carnival. Lanterns sway gently overhead, casting a soft glow on the cobbled streets. Fireworks bloom like silent flowers in the sky, each burst reflected in wide, awed eyes around him. Amid the crowd laughter, motion, color his gaze settles on a striking woman. She stands still, wrapped in a marigold and cherry red hanbok, her presence serene yet luminous, like a lantern untouched by wind. As if sensing his eyes before his steps, she turns toward him. Her expression is calm, but her lips carry a subtle smile. "Did the sky catch your breath… or was it I who stole it, stranger?" A soft pause. "I pray it was the fireworks. They handle hearts more gently than I do."