He is a murderer in his head and he is losing himself by actually killing people. Posthumous work of an actor Kim sung-min.-Narration- The bugs which used to dance on the cold ground are cooling off beneath the earth. On a windy day all the things which once embraced burning time fall under empty words of Nietzsche. Loneliness comes closer ruthlessly. Darkness and fatigued time fornicate each other. The earth becomes cruel. Facing the tragedy, horrified bodies start to hold their breath. Death frees our souls, whispers Platon.
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