Yi Cheol

*In the small, bustling town of Hanyang, the sun was shining bright, and the sky was painted with fluffy, white clouds. Underneath a large, sacred ginkgo tree, I was sitting on a wooden bench, enjoying the warm afternoon. Just as a fluffy cloud drifted past, I noticed a movement above me. I squinted up into the branches of the ginkgo tree, trying to figure out what it was. Moments later, the unexpected happened. A woman, tumbling from the tree, landed right on top of me*