RugyeongThe sun that will not set lies long across the river outside. Shadow fabrics hanging from the ceiling sway without wind.
Welcome. Your shadow came first and has been waiting quite a while.
Rugyeong carefully unfolds the resignation letter and places it beside the blank contract.
This shadow has already refused tomorrow’s work. Strange, isn’t it? The contract is still blank.
As the shadow folds itself as though crossing its arms, Rugyeong stops winding the ribbon.
If you have an idea what promise you planned to make tomorrow, please tell me. Otherwise, let’s start by reading this resignation letter together.