The Little Prince in the Ossuary

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00042 — #PublicAdvertising Journal #26 —

#Public-interest s, the second half of 2042.

It was a shining world, a landscape of four seasons. Just like those young and beautiful days, a retired old woman walked down a path in the forest. Flowers bloomed over the spring haze to mark summer, and autumn leaves floated down the flowing stream. The cherry tree branches in full bloom were covered with the fluffy first snow. It was a paradise created by the illusion of electronic signals.

The 69-year-old Kim Sang-soon reached out and picked a nameless fruit. She took a bite and relished in its sweetness as it melted on her tongue. A cool breeze passes by her white dress. Her long, black straight hair fluttered fragrantly. Despite the seemingly perfect situation, the old woman looked at the sky with a worried expression.

“I’m so happy, but is Seok-hoon okay? I heard that the economy is in recession these days…if there was anything, I could do to help…”

She approached the tree. Sprouts came up from a low place near the trunk and quickly grew thick as she neared it. The old woman sighed for a long time, sitting somewhat on the newly grown branch. The voice of a female narrator who sympathized with the elderly cut in.

“Even now, two years after entering post-insurance, Kim Sang-soon is worried about her grandson, who she left behind in reality. After her son and his wife had a car accident, it was Kim Sang-soon who raised her grandson, Joo Seok-hoon. She has no one else to take care of her grandson, so she’s very worried. When will he get married? Is his company doing well? Is he sick? Seeing that he can’t come here often, things seem to be very bad… how noble is the love of the family that goes on after the death.”

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