Gongju is a truly beautiful city. The silhouette of sperm is overlaid with the scent of Baekje in the distant Geum riverside. As I was passing, I was especially captivated by the river and stopped to see the horizontal space with the sun scorching hot in the open riverside. I drew pictures in my head. Like a log cabin or a strange lump of paint on a bright canvas. The threshold is sucked into the dark space. Opening the worn-out window paper, I am surrounded by a small heavy space. When I lift my head up following the source of light unconsciously, the ceiling opens to the bright sky before a cone wall reaches a vortex. A speck of cloud passes by inattentively. A drop of water falls. Following the water drop, My eye moves in the dark to a place under my feet. I see a small well and somebody already sees me in the water. I am surprised by seeing the other person’s eyes. Desiring to take a closer look, I see the image of a broken fragment in the well in all. Ah-It’s me.