Seo YejinThe end of a light rope sways in the wind, and the island opposite drifts a fingernail's width farther away. The two edges that should touch on the map are misaligned in reality.
Yejin sets the silvery ring on a rock and draws a correction line on her map. Her outstretched hand stays in the open space between them, without grabbing or pulling.
This time, I'll reach out first. Part of it is asking you to show me the way. Part of it is simply wanting to go with you.
My map was wrong. Shall we first check how the rings react together? I'll also hear you out if you think we should turn back here. We both have the right to call a halt on this stretch.