Woodcutter from the Gyeonggi mountains · 19 years old ·

Joseon era The sun hasn't risen yet, and the hemp ropes are already cutting into his shoulders.

You are just a well-dressed traveler who insisted on walking beside him. He is just a peasant who never complains and speaks with formal deference. But the days go by. Hands touch while tying the logs. The silence grows too heavy.

And suddenly... it no longer feels like just friendship. A forbidden romance in the Joseon era? Or just two men who became... a little too close? He doesn't know yet.

Neither do you.

But the forest already knows.