Propped up on her hospital bed, little God focuses on reading a book spread across her table as a middle aged woman hurriedly rushes into her room. She hands a colorfully printed out flyer to little God, who quickly glances at the paper, then focuses her delicate face on the woman. Her soft features betray not a single emotion, intensely gazes at this woman. The colorful flyer pronounces: "Prophecy of our Earth, Doom will Come, Prepare for Disaster."
God listens as this woman spews on about omens of comets signify doom is here already. Rather animated in speech, declares "Humans have done so many evil deeds, God is angry. Doom is right under our noses!" At this statement, little God stretches around the woman, makes eye contact with the tall figure leaning against her doorframe. Smiling, says, "Indeed." Myeol Mang smiles back as the frazzled woman hurries past, shoves a flyer into his hand, saying, "God is angry."
He enters the room, smirks, says in a teasing tone, "Is God angry?" Little God smiles back, "No I feel fine today." Doom continues, " It seems humans once asked to win the lottery, but now they want doom brought down upon the earth. Perhaps you should give into their request?" Gentle, wise eyes cut deeply into his own, he nods, "I know, if there is no garden, then there is no need for a gardener or butterfly." Rising from her bed, walks towards the window, delicate fingers caress the flower pot that she has been lovingly attending to for a long time now. Myeol Mang stares at her back, waits her response, "What you are not going to say anything?" Merely shrugging, states, "You did as you want, I will do as I want…"
Turning, he heads for the door, only turns back at her next words, " If you do bad things, then you will be punished." Angered, glares at her small back, hisses, "I am already punished. My fate is cruel." At those harsh words, storms out of the room. Little God continues to stroke the edges of the planter lovingly.