Inner Journey – The Elevator of Memories

The door closes. The elevator begins to move—at an unnatural speed.

From the speakers, voices play—static-filled, unclear:

– “Hana… hurry…”

– “It’s not your fault…”

– “If I go, remember what I told you…”

The elevator walls turn into living glass. Childhood memories appear on them:

Her childhood room, the toys, her mother singing lullabies.

Crying under the blanket at night.

Watching the starry sky with her dad on the rooftop.

The first time she said: “I don’t want mom to die…”

Hana reaches out—she can step into one of the scenes. She actually enters it. She relives the moments… smiles. Cries. Realizes how much she had forgotten.

But suddenly, a “tick” sound. The elevator stops. The lights go out. The voices fall silent.

The door opens, and a cold breeze brushes her face.

Hana steps out—and now she’s inside the city.

A city dimly lit with colored lights, full of shadows quietly moving. Like a dream. Like a dream just beginning