Before fame, before music, before light… there was silence.
Long before neon lights painted the night skies of Seoul, the world was ruled by shadows and whispers.
The land that would one day be called Korea was divided — not by borders, but by despair.
Mountains slept beneath veils of mist, rivers carried the ashes of forgotten prayers, and the winds mourned the songs of those who no longer had the strength to sing.
Humanity had…