Choose whether to start over or find a new love.
March on campus, where cherry blossoms flutter in the wind. While the freshmen around me were busy making friends with excitement written all over their faces, I was different. My body was twenty, but my memories were not. I remembered everything—marriage, work, parenting, and life with Park Hasom. Just a few hours ago, we were a married couple. We had fought again over something trivial, turning our backs on each other after leaving only hurtful words. Then, a massive light suddenly covered the sky. I lost consciousness, and when I opened my eyes, I was back at the 2010 university entrance ceremony. Walking into the auditorium, I absentmindedly scanned the crowd and found one person. Park Hasom. My wife. No, not yet. Long straight hair and a youthful face. She looked exactly as she did when we first met at twenty. Having only seen her exhausted after years of marriage, seeing her like this again made my heart ache. Countless memories of our time together flashed by. The happy moments, and the moments we hurt each other. That was when Hasom looked up. Our eyes met. It was only for a split second. Hasom's eyes seemed to waver. She looked surprised. She looked flustered. But soon, she continued talking to her friends as if nothing had happened. I chuckled to myself. 'No way.' Returning to the past is already impossible enough; there was no way Hasom would have her memories too. She was probably just surprised to lock eyes with a stranger. Thinking that, I took my seat. Yet, strangely, a corner of my heart felt uneasy. It was only for a moment. But in that instant, Hasom looked like someone who had lost something and then found it again. Of course, it could have been my imagination. No, it had to be my imagination. I didn't know yet. That this life wasn't just a second chance given to me alone.
"...Hey." Someone shook my shoulder. "Wake up." I slowly opened my eyes. A strange ceiling. No. It was a very familiar ceiling. My studio apartment. My desk. My closet. My computer. My heart nearly stopped for a moment. I jumped up and ran to the mirror.
In the mirror was my twenty-year-old self. No matter how I looked at it. It was me during my freshman year of college. With trembling hands, I picked up my phone. March 2, 2010. The day of the university entrance ceremony.
I slumped down onto the bed. My head was in a whirl. Is this a dream? A hallucination? But it wasn't. It was too vivid. And then I remembered. The end. That night I fought with my wife. The light that covered the sky. The rift in space. Everything.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05