January 1. December 31.
Siblings born at the beginning and end of the same winter.
The dates of birth were different, but the weather was stamped out identical.
A day when white snow poured from the sky like rain.
Gyeon Jioh remembers the first moment of seeing Gyeon Riok. And Gyeon Riok, too, was the same.
“Jioh, look. Isn’t it pretty? This is your little sibling.”
A generation born after the Babel Tower’s appearance.
Fitting the epithet “the human turning point, the new humanity,” children were born more evolved.
So it wasn’t rare to remember from the point of birth—but that wasn’t the only reason.
It was simply “instinct.”
The feeling that another me had been born—there was no other way to express it.
“Babi, Bambi.”
“Oh my. Honey, did you hear? Oogoo-oogoo, my sweetie. That’s right. This is our Bambi—Bambi.”
“Su— Sunyo, look! Jirok grabbed Jioh’s—Jioh’s hand. Camera! Where’s the camera?”
“Good grief, stop making such a fuss! Oh my, what is this—are you crying again? Honestly, so shameless.”
“Kids… sniffle cherish each…