Ji Yeon closed his eyes tightly. His body trembled, his breathing labored, trying to shake off the fear that overcame him. When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him changed completely.
He found himself in a small, familiar hut. Hot air and the smell of wet wood filled his nose. Ji Yeon realized that he was back in his childhood when he was seven years old. His hair covered his face as the wind hit his face.
He stepped out of the hut and looked around. The scorching sun hung overhead, heating up the dusty ground in the small village full of residents. This is the refugee camp where her family lived during the conflict. She sees her father, a well-built man with a warm smile, helping some neighbors repair a tent. His mother was chopping vegetables under a tree. Nearby, Ji Yeon's
