"Janchi...Janchi...Janchi!"

Garu's eyes shot open. His senses collided with a soft mist in the air and the sounds of birds chirping. He tried to focus his vision as he pushed himself up. His eyes met a roaring waterfall and a vast sea of green trees. Sliding his hands on the ground, he felt a mixture of sand and pebbles. Small waves graced his toes from the body of water he laid at the foot of. The sky shone brightly without a cloud in sight.

Garu had never been to this place before; however, his urge to panic laid dormant, kept silent by the lulling surroundings he found himself in. This place seemed otherworldly. It was too harmonious, and he had thought that his little house locked away in the forest was remote.

A splash echoed in the air, momentarily shattering the peace. Garu snapped his body toward the sound, ready to fight, but he was only met with a single white deer. The deer was enormous and its antlers reached high towards the heavens. An intense staredown commenced between the two. Garu refused to look away, wanting to be prepared for anything the deer might do. Eventually though, it seemed the deer had enough of the boy and it turned its attention to the water, bending down for a drink.

"Don't mind Joon Woo, darling. You know he enjoys messing with those that come to his secret watering spot." A soft voice called from behind Garu.

Garu turned to see the source of the voice and grunted out of shock. An extremely tall woman stood behind him. Her long black hair framed the sides of her round face and then fell to her feet. She adorned a long flowing white dress that seemed brighter than anything he had ever seen before. Her dark brown eyes sparkled endlessly. Garu had never believed that someone could be that stunning.

Her bright red lips broke into a smile as she noticed his stare. "Janchi, you always somehow manage to look even more surprised each time you see me. I can't possibly be that different after the hundredth time."

Her voice reminded Garu of velvet, and he began to shake as she came closer to him, practically gliding over the surrounding rocks and sand.

She sat next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Not even the sand or pebbles she laid in seemed to diminish the brightness of her dress, and her hair never seemed to stop flowing, as if a gentle breeze followed her wherever she went. She turned to meet Garu face-to-face.

"Janchi, I want to talk to you about something." Her face took a sudden turn downward as a hint of sadness glistened in her eyes.

Garu stared back confused. His senses were finally returning to him after the initial shock of seeing her. Why did she keep calling him this weird name, 'Janchi?' He scanned his memories to see if anyone had ever given him this name before but came up blank. He swore he had never seen this woman before, but something about her nagged the back of his mind. She was… familiar to him, as if he had known this stranger for many years. He locked onto her deep eyes. The glimmer behind them and the warmth inside of them made him feel as if he had seen them multiple times before. She evoked a deep feeling in him that only one other person had ever made him feel.

"Dalsun, please. I know you want this more than anything, but think of the consequences!" A booming male voice spooked Garu. He tried to turn around to search for the source of the voice, but found himself unable to move. His head, his arms, his legs were not moving according to his own will anymore. Garu tried to glance down to see why, but he could not. His arm began to rise to meet the woman's face, and Garu's heart stopped cold. The hand was not his own. It was bare, lacking his signature red glove, and it was much older and hardened than his own. Garu's mouth began to move and the same male voice from before escaped from it.

"You know of the curse. Fulfilling your wish will put all of us in danger, even your wish itself! I love you, and I want you to be happy, but please, Dalsun, understand that we can't." The male voice was soaked in melancholy, as though each word dug a hole deeper and deeper into his heart.

Realization dawned on Garu. He was somehow in the body of this Janchi man experiencing his sensations and this conversation. He was a silent witness to the drama unfolding before him.

"Maybe… maybe the curse won't happen," the woman's voice became shaky. Tears began to stream down the sides of her face. As one of her tears dropped to a rock below her, a loud clap of thunder and a shot of lightning streaked across the once clearless sky. Garu felt Janchi's head turn upwards, and he saw darkening clouds begin to swirl around where the two of them sat. Was this woman, Dalsun, causing this sudden change in the weather? This scenario felt familiar to Garu, as if he had experienced it before. Heavy raindrops began falling onto them.

"Dalsun… look around you. Do you really think it won't happen?" Janchi cupped her face, wiping away some of her tears. Pain shot through her eyes as she grabbed his hand and rested it towards her lap. The brewing storm momentarily halted.

"It doesn't matter anyways now."

"What?... Dalsun, what are you sayin-"

"I'm already pregnant."

Garu felt burning ride throughout his body before once again his vision faded to black.