๐Ÿซ€์ง ํ•˜๋‹ค; ๊ทธ ๋ง๋์˜ ์นจ๋ฌต

๐Ÿซ€์ง ํ•˜๋‹ค; ๊ทธ ๋ง๋์˜ ์นจ๋ฌต
A lone figure sits at the edge of a ruined seaside building, facing a twilight ocean. Scattered books and fading light evoke the quiet sting of unspoken memories

๐Ÿซ€์ง ํ•˜๋‹ค

๊ฐ€์ŠดํŒ์„ ์Šค์น˜๋Š” ์œ ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ,
์ฐจ๊ฐ‘๊ณ  ์–‡์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ๋น ๋ฅด๋‹ค.
๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์€ ๋งบํžˆ์ง€ ์•Š์ง€๋งŒ, ์ฝง๋“ฑ ๋„ˆ๋จธ์—์„œ ์งœ๋ฆฟํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฒˆ์ง„๋‹ค.
๊ฐ์ •์€ ๋‚ ์‹ค์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํ”ผ๋ถ€๋ฅผ ์Šค์น˜๊ณ ,
๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ฑ„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ„๋‹ค.
๋”ฑ ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ์šธ, ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ.

๐Ÿซ€์ง ํ•˜๋‹ค

์ •์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•œ ์ž‘๋ณ„ ์ธ์‚ฌ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ ๋ง์—” “๊ฐ€์ง€ ๋งˆ”๋ผ๋Š” ๋œป์€ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜ผ์ž ๋จน์„ ๋„์‹œ๋ฝ์„ ๋˜ ์‹ธ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ. ์šธ์ปฅ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์˜ค๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„, ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋‹ฆ์•„๋‚ด๋Š” ์†๋“ฑ. ๊ธˆ ๊ฐ„ ์•ก์ž ์† ์•„์ด์˜ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  “์ž˜ ์ง€๋‚ด”๋กœ ๋๋‚œ ๋ฉ”์‹œ์ง€, ๊ทธ ๋ง ์†์—” “๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด”๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง ํ•จ์€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ฒƒ๋“ค ํ‹ˆ์—์„œ ์Šค๋ฉฐ๋“ ๋‹ค. ๋งํ•ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ฒƒ๋“ค์ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๋‚จ๋Š”๋‹ค.

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