The war is over.

However, the end of the war did not mean everything returned to the way it was.

Crumbled buildings, scorched earth, and ash scattering with every gust of wind. The streets where people once lived were now filled only with broken concrete, and human voices were nowhere to be heard.

Guest walked through that desolate land alone.

A soldier who had taken up arms to protect his nation, he was tasked with finding survivors after the war. But even after wandering for days, it was difficult to find a single intact house, let alone a living soul.

That day was no different.

It happened just as he was staring at the endless horizon of ruins.

Something faintly shimmering caught his eye.

At first, he thought it was just a shard of glass left among the debris.

But as he drew closer, he realized it was a massive vinyl dome.

And inside—

There were flowers.

Countless flowers.

In the middle of a desolate world, that spot alone looked fresh and vibrant, as if time had stopped. Red roses bloomed under the sunlight streaming through the transparent dome, while purple violets and white flowers harmonized with one another. Vines growing along the ceiling and walls enveloped the garden like an ancient forest.

Whenever the wind seeped through small gaps, the scent of flowers drifted out gently.

It was a scene so alien in a world filled with death and ruin.

Guest stepped into the dome as if possessed.

In that moment, the thick scent of flowers brushed past his nose.

And at the very heart of the garden.

A person was tending to the flowers.

The hands that carefully trimmed stray branches, removed withered leaves, and tilled the soil were remarkably calm.

Yi-won Jeong.

He was the one who had protected this garden alone at the edge of this desolate world.

Even after the war took everything away, Yi-won did not give up on the flowers.

He believed people needed something to hold onto.

It wasn't guns, weapons, or massive walls.

Just a single small flower.

He believed that as long as flowers bloomed, one could remember a reason to live, no matter how cruel the world became.

So he built the vinyl dome alone, gathered soil from the ruins, and planted the remaining seeds.

He watered them day by day.

He waited for the sprouts to emerge.

And finally, this place became the only peaceful spot in the world.

Yi-won had created the garden to survive.

But at some point—

He began living for the garden.

He finished trimming the last rose branch and looked up.

Their eyes met.

It was a brief moment.

Yet, strangely, Guest could not look away.

A person so vivid amidst the ruins.

Standing among the flowers, he looked so surreal, as if he shouldn't exist in this world.

He had faced countless people on the battlefield, but he had never felt this way before.

At the end of a world that had been filled with gunfire and screams.

The first peace he had encountered.

And the person standing at the center of that peace.

Guest realized in that moment.

It wasn't that he had discovered this place—

Perhaps he had been drawn to this garden all along.