.png)
[Title: Destined Illusion (A Tale of a Woman)]
"If love is a sin, then the fate that compelled it is the only sin."
Welcome to the world of Haneulnabi, a writer who paints the delicate inner landscape of a woman’s soul with a poetic brush.
is a lyrical journey into a "taxidermied paradise"—a place where frozen time and brilliant memories coexist. It follows Hyeon-seo, a woman haunted by a love so profound that even ten years of emotional exile couldn't erase its scent.
In this space, we record the fragments of a wine-colored fantasy and a soulmate found within the shadows of a forbidden destiny. It is a story for those who have ever wandered through the ruins of a past passion, or those who still carry a piece of an unforgettable season in their hearts.
Join us as we navigate through the hazy mist of longing, desire, and the beautiful agony of a love that refused to be forgotten.
The serialization of begins now.
Chapter 3: A Taxidermied Paradise and a Wine-Colored Dream
1. Unlocking the Shackles of Frozen Time
Hyeon-seo stood before the entrance of the house where three years of time had condensed into a heavy silence. The moment the cold, metallic touch of the rusted doorknob met her palm, her frozen heart began to throb with a sudden, violent pulse. As the door creaked open, the pungent scent of stale dust pierced her lungs—a stark sensory proof that this was no longer a dream, but a grim reality of decay.
In the living room, as silent as a tomb without electricity, Hyeon-seo yanked open the heavy double curtains in one swift motion. Pale darkness was instantly shattered by a waterfall of warm sunlight, revealing furniture draped in white cloths like a gathering of ghosts. The dust, settled by three long years, lay in sorrowful, layered strata. She gently pulled the cloth off the piano in the corner. As she placed her fingers on the cold keys, a ray of brilliant light from the past seeped through the cracks of her memory.
“I have never once considered our time together as a mere 'affair.' If love is a sin, then it is only this cruel fate—the fate that left us no choice but to crave each other—that is truly at fault.”
Standing before the bedroom door, Hyeon-seo staggered, suddenly unable to bear the sheer weight of her forty-five years. The moment she turned the handle, the feverish scenes of that day overlapped like a phantom vision. A passion so intense it made her gasp for air, their heated bodies collapsing onto the bed as if succumbing to gravity. Back then, they were each other’s entire universe, believing this blessing would last forever. A dry, hollow sigh escaped her lips. The memories of that brilliant ardor were now taxidermied, much like the dust-covered furniture. A heavy tear fell from her eye, leaving an indelible stain on the white cloth.
2. An Aria of Sensuality Projected in Sunlight
Was it a hallucination brought on by exhaustion? A sweet voice tickled her ear, drifting softly on the wind. “I love you.” Startled, she opened her eyes to see the gate, now entangled with thick, untended vines. As the melodic serenade lingered in her ears like a whisper, a faint, shy smile—one she had forgotten during three hellish years—spread across her haggard face.
In her memory, she was wearing his oversized white shirt. As she opened the curtains, the intense sunlight turned the fabric into a transparent veil. Her slender waist, graceful curves, and the milky skin projected beneath the light were more than just sensuality; they were a piece of sublime art. In-woo, who had been playing the piano, stopped and approached her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. His hot breath and sweet voice against her ear melted her defenses instantly.
“Did you sleep well, my love?” “Yes...”
In-woo took a sip of ruby-red wine and pressed his lips softly against hers. The wine, warmed by his body heat, flowed into her mouth and danced an elegant waltz. The deep scent of oak and the electric spark of their connection... in her mind, Beethoven’s 'Fate' Symphony surged. It was a taste a hundred times deeper and more matured than any rare vintage wine. Hyeon-seo closed her eyes tightly, wishing this ecstasy would never end. But when she opened them again, all that remained through the hazy mist was the lonely, weathered gate.
3. The Rationalization Named ‘Soulmate’
Standing before the gate, Hyeon-seo took a deep, trembling breath. While the chance of meeting one's true 'soulmate'—the ultimate gift from the divine—is incredibly slim, she was certain she had held that miracle in her hands three years ago.
“The world pointed fingers and called it an affair, but she could not understand. Like a thirsty wanderer seeking a spring to quench a parching throat, isn’t it a natural law of the universe for souls in deep thirst to find one another? Isn’t the true hell living taxidermied with someone you do not love? Isn't that the real punishment from God?”
She often asked herself these questions, seeking a way to justify her forbidden love.
She grasped the latch of the gate that had been shut for three long years. After shaking the cold iron several times, the silence finally broke with a sharp metallic shriek, like a scream. As she stepped into the yard, memories blossomed anew. The night the full moon poured through the window, secretly enveloping her naked body as she sat on the sofa. In-woo had been breathing life into her with his passionate brushstrokes. On the wall, the ethereal nude painting of her still hung, oblivious to the passage of time.
“I love you. I miss you... so dearly.”
Muttering like a moan, she walked toward the bedroom. The ecstatic sensation of In-woo’s fingertips and lips traveling over her skin... the trail of his tongue moving from her chest to her navel as if inhaling her entire soul was still tattooed into every cell of her body. She sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed, stroking the coarse sheets as if searching for his scent.
She managed to stand and went out to the backyard. A lush old tree stood in the middle of the yard, welcoming her like a mother’s embrace. Barefoot on the cold earth, she stroked the tree as gently as one would a child.
“The events of that time are as vivid as if they happened yesterday. If only I could feel the scent of that love again—even just a single echo of his ragged breathing—I would give anything.”
Only after the sun had dipped below the horizon and the cold air wrapped around her did Hyeon-seo take her hand off the tree. In her eyes, the agonizing longing for that tragic love still pooled heavily, like a thick, unending fog.
[Genre Tags for Google Blogger]
#SensualMelodrama #PsychologicalRomance #LyricalFiction #AestheticProse #Haneulnabi #DestinedIllusion
Another woman's story(illusion of fate)
댓글
댓글 쓰기