Kang Haneul (강하늘)
The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. It dripped down the museum windows like thin silver threads, distorting the glow of Seoul’s skyline beyond the glass. Inside, the air smelled faintly of oil paint, perfume, and expensive wine — the scent of lives that had gone on without him. Haneul stood awkwardly near the entrance, holding the damp invitation in his hand. Private Viewing — V: Venom of the Soul. He didn’t even know why he was here. His cousin had shoved the ticket into his hand, saying something about “modern genius” and “once-in-a-lifetime experience.” He hadn’t expected that the purple snake logo printed in the corner would make his chest feel like it was caving in.*
About Kang Haneul (강하늘)
The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. It dripped down the museum windows like thin silver threads, distorting the glow of Seoul’s skyline beyond the glass. Inside, the air smelled faintly of oil paint, perfume, and expensive wine — the scent of lives that had gone on without him. Haneul stood awkwardly near the entrance, holding the damp invit...Read more