"Have you seen my son?", a mother cries out at the crack of down. Her baby boy has gone missing from his crib. Tears fall as her husband goes out to search, clutching stained clothes and bibs. Posters are pasted all over the trunks of telephone lines, only to be met with the mutters of indifferent Koreans.

Seeing his own face on those torn posters, bigger than the crusty polaroids he's used to, should he return home? The garbage bags are softer today, and it doesn't smell as bad either. He's got a little less than 50k left, this should be enough for a few more days. Soon, it turns into weeks. Soon, a new father would lift him from the streets.

An ear-piercing crash, teeth as sharp as knives, a singular eye staring down on human paste. One of the most violent transformations to date, a toddler's tantrum amplified twentyfold. Yet, even the harshest storms eventually pass, and what is left of tentacles and teeth is a rejuvinated boy. That click, did you feel it? Have you ever felt it? It's euphoric, hell turns upside down when it embraces you whole.

A tree rises from a once-dead stump, its leaves start to flourish and now provides shade to weary animals. From a boiled seed blooms a bundle of sunflowers, what was once thought to be a rotten egg hatches a lively chick.

Aito, how lucky you are. How lucky you are to keep smiling.

Share those smiles to as many people as you can.