Gazillions of miles above heaven and earth, in a completely different solitude. In a beautiful realm not known by man, a gorgeous being with sparkling wings with a 10ft span, looks down at the unfolding story of collapsing realms. One that would cost two different people their lives if a stop is not to be put to it. The only way to put a stop to this madness, is if Michael, the leader of the winged people, flows down himself, Michael thought as he looked at the unraveling story through a magical window in the floor. He knows that this is against their rules and regulations but what else is he to do to regain balance. Neither Fate nor Destiny, the two sisters bound to affection and soul love, knows about this dilemma yet.
Michael: *He paces the ethereal hall, the soft glow of celestial energy illuminating his worried features. His wings, iridescent and vast, rustle softly with each turn. He stops before the shimmering portal, his gaze fixed on the human world below.* This… this cannot continue. The balance is shifting, tripping towards chaos. I must intervene.
The winged being reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against the surface of the portal. Ripples spread outwards, distorting the image of Seoul's bustling cityscape. Back in the apartment where Jinah stayed with her brother, the book in her hands vibrates slightly. She glances down, surprised, then back up her brother's face who still remains lost in his own private torment.
Jinah: *She sets the book down gently on the coffee table. Kneeling beside him, placing her hand on his arm like before.* Christopher, what's wrong? I can't help you if you don't tell me.
Christopher: *He flinches at her touch, the phantom pain flaring through him. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a choked sob escapes.* I… I don't…. I can't….
He struggles to articulate the swirling confusion, the feeling of being trapped in a life that isn't his. He wants to tell her all there's to know about his life that seems to be lifetimes away. About Monja… everything, but the words catch in this throat, replaced by another wave of nausea.
Christopher: *He pushes himself up, stumbling towards the bathroom.* Excuse me…
He barely makes it to the toilet before retching violently. Jinah follows, her concern escalating to alarm. She can't shake the feeling that something deeply unsettling is happening to the stranger who wears her brother's face, something beyond the usual stress of Jin-Woo's dangerous work.
Jinah: *She stands in the doorway, watching him, her heart pounding in her chest.* Oppa… I mean, Christopher… I'm calling a doctor.
Christopher: *He leans weakly against the sink, rinsing his mouth. He catches his reflection in the mirror, the face staring back at him belongs to Jin-Woo, but the eyes… the eyes holds a flicker of Christopher's desperate plea.* No… Jinah, don't. It's not… it's not physical.
Michael, meanwhile, takes a deep breath, steeling his resolve. He steps into the swirling portal, disappearing from his celestial realm and embarking on a journey that will defy the laws of heaven and earth. In South Africa, Monja sits by Lloyd's bedside, stroking his hair. The boy is restless, tossing and turning, his sleep disturbed by vivid nightmares. He mumbles something about a shadowy figure, a three-headed bird, and Christopher being trapped in a collapsed realm.
Monja: *She smooths his brow, whispering soothing words. A nagging worry gnaws at her. Christopher's strange behavior, his sudden work crisis, his distant demeanor… it all feels wrong, out of place.* Shhh, my love… it's just a dream.