DISEASE

"The world called her hopeless, but inside her, something still burned."

Mun used to act in front of the mirror as a child. Holding a comb like a mic, she'd pretend she was on stage. She dreamed of lights, of applause, of freedom.

But when she told her mother, she was slapped.

"Acting is for useless people. Focus on studies."

That day, she threw her dreams in the trash. Or at least, she tried.

Now, alone in her room, she quietly watched interviews of actresses—girls who were supported, who were believed in. And she smiled.

Not because she gave up. But because the spark never died.

It just learned to hide better.

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