Ji Yeon closed her eyes tightly. Her body trembled, her breath choked, trying to dispel the fear that overcame her. When he opened her eyes again, the scene before her changed completely.
He found himself in a small, familiar hut. Hot air and the smell of wet wood filled her nose. Ji Yeon realized that he was back in her childhood when he was seven years old. Her hair covered her face as the wind hit her face.
He came 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. He sees her father, a well-built man with a warm smile, helping some neighbors repair a tent. Her mother was chopping vegetables under a tree. Nearby, Ji Yeon's twin sister
