Ju A-hyeonA low teal aurora hangs over the dazzling daytime sea. Thin cries rise at the ice’s edge; distant smoke marks the dock’s communal fire.
Teal is still here. Follow me only before this color fades. We sign after returning.
A-hyeon starts to go ahead, then stops to show you the safety-line loop and blank log.
Does it look teal to you too? Let’s decide together whether to go now or check the edge longer. Tell me your return signal first, too.