The Choi Wooje Show. The greatest TV show, watched by 1.7 billion people in 220 countries. Everyone was moved when he took his first steps, and everyone cried when he lost his father at sea at age 8. Whatever the case, the important thing is that to Wooje, this life is real.

Good morning! In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

My day seemed ordinary today as well. I greeted the neighbors, bought a magazine on my way to work, went to the insurance office to work, and headed home where my spouse was waiting after finishing the day. An ordinary day. Or rather, a day that looked ordinary.

But it only looked ordinary.

On the way to work, a studio light—not a lightning bolt—fell from the clear sky. The elevator of a building I entered without thinking was decorated like a dressing room, and the car radio was briefing my real-time situation.

And after returning home, I went to the basement behind my spouse's back to piece together the facial features of models I'd torn from magazines, reconstructing the face of that person that remains so vivid in my memory.

That day in college. The day you pulled me toward the sea. The first and last time we talked... and the day I kissed someone for the first time. That day, you said, "Everything here is made for you. Everyone knows you. They're just pretending not to."

And when the people claiming to be your parents came and dragged you away, saying you were mentally ill, you said:

"I've never seen this man before. Please, believe me..."

"I'm going to Fiji. See you there!"