[The Tale of the Island of Light #04]

Haneul found Atlas sitting quietly by the lakeshore.

His fishing line hadn't moved for quite some time.

Haneul quietly sat beside him.

A gentle breeze rippled across the calm water.

In the distance, an unfamiliar bird sang,

while little Ghosts splashed and played along the shore.

"...No luck again today?"

Atlas glanced at the empty bucket and smiled faintly.

"...Seems not."

For a while, neither of them spoke.

A thin silver mist drifted slowly across the lake.

Haneul finally asked,

"Then why do you come here every day?"

Atlas looked across the lake before answering.

"...I like the mist at this time of day."

"It's quiet."

"...Peaceful."

Haneul silently turned his gaze toward the lake as well.

The silver mist drifted gently across the water.

In the end,

they didn't catch a single fish.

As they walked back,

Atlas glanced toward the forest one last time.