In the cold night of Seoul, a boy stares at the street from a big window.
The face is lit by the neon signs and in the eyes the reflections of the taillights of cars passing by that transporting his thoughts far away, in a future made of a face that maybe he will never see again.
Light balls hung from the ceiling, like planets in the boundless universe where the memories of what has been are gently dissolving.
He looks down, sighs, adjusts his jacket and walks away.
The darkness is erased by colored lights for a while.