On the outside, the house appears unassuming, plain, invisible, an indication of the being living within the walls kept invisible. Interiorly there is only dark marble green floors, black walls, stone carved ceiling, black marble coffee tables, grays and blacks. Dark, ominous colors reflected through out the house. Perhaps, since the owner, found all surrounding him in the outer world, grayed and dying, he felt most comfortable surrounded by colors of darkness, never allowing rays of sunshine into his life.
Relaxing on the hard gray marble window sill, gazes out his immense rounded window, sips alcohol, reflects on his lonely existence. An oversized bubble window neatly encases just Myeol Mang, alone, in his world, not including others, just a narrowed view of himself against all humans. Gulping the entire cup, pours another glass, relaxes back against the wall, remembers little God's words, that today is his birthday, but he can celebrate by granting a human's wish. What a nuisance, hearing several voices, demands, wishes, hears a persistent female one that strikes a cord within, her request simply bring doom upon the world. Smiling, he sets his cup down, thinks alcohol is mixed in with her wish. Leaving, decides, further investigation is needed, perhaps, this doom wish is just what is needed to spice up some boredom.