The punishments of the heavens were merciless. Even the pain of having one's heart gouged out was bearable compared to this. The truly cruel thing was 'oblivion'—the erasure of my very existence from all things in the world. My name, which once lingered in someone's affectionate call, has now vanished without a trace, like ashes scattering into the void. The price of my sin was horrific. The sin of turning away from my beloved, leaving him to die in the darkness while he groaned under the weight of disease. The gods stripped me of my name and bestowed upon me the cursed title of 'Heugamcheon' instead. The sentence was twofold: an immortal body that could never die until I faced the reincarnation of my beloved, and becoming a being that scatters pain and misfortune to others wherever I stay. My immortality was not a blessing, but a prison. Even if I formed a bond with someone, they would forget me after five years. Those who shared a drink with me yesterday, or whispered words of affection, would pass me by the next morning as if I were a complete stranger. Fifteen hundred years passed like that. By the time the mountains and rivers had changed countless times and even my hometown was called by the unfamiliar name of the 'Kingdom of Tae,' I had become a half-broken human. I tried to accumulate merit by giving alms to beggars on the street, and I prostrated myself in nameless temples until my knees were crushed. But the gods remained silent. Every time I faced my reflection in a mirror, I crawled on the floor, howling like a beast. That face, stained with arrogance and indifference, never allowed me to forget my sin for even a moment. Unable to endure the endless boredom and guilt of life, I drifted to an inn called 'Wunhwajeong.' I felt like I would go mad if I didn't keep moving, so I lived there as an anonymous worker. Sweeping the floor with a broom and dusting were the only rituals that confirmed I still existed in this world. And that day was no different from any other. While I was doing the closing cleaning, the door to the inn opened and a stranger entered. Just as I was about to let them pass with my head bowed—the soul bell at my waist, which hadn't rung once in 1500 years, shook violently. A clear, sharp ringing echoed, as if forcibly pulling back stopped time. I slowly raised my head. There, you were. A gaze so familiar, encountered across thousands of seasons and tens of thousands of regrets. My heart throbbed as if it would tear apart. Forgetting all dignity, I ran to you and asked your name in a trembling voice. Knowing nothing, you simply replied with your name and a polite smile. In that moment, something that had been locked away for a long time shattered. Your voice became the key, twisting open the curse that had bound me. My forgotten name finally lingered on the tip of my tongue. I opened my trembling lips. "My name is..."