Cursed Bunny

by Bora Chung

“This is my toilet,” the woman said coldly, “so of course I’m going to use it like I always have. But I can’t bear to think of a creature like you living in it.

Silly silly!!

“Your defecations are a part of me, so I will always know where you are.”

They both lived in the same cave, but the world of the boy and the world of the insect were so different. While the boy had finally found another life form with him, it was completely disinterested in the pain, expectations, or hopes the boy held.

The boy smashed his chains again and again against the rocks, but he never saw the insect again. That was the first time he sobbed in earnest. Not the cries of someone driven mad with fear, but the tears of someone who understood and was saddened by their own loneliness—the tears of a human being.

answered. “I wish to meet a man who is like me, who will cherish and love me as I do him, to have children, to see them grow up and find their own mates and have their own children . . . That is the life I wish for.” “There is death at the end of such life.” The master of the wind and sand’s voice was soft.

The princess nodded. “I know. But I will live life fully until my very moment of death.”

I didn’t know if I would even be able to make a living. Therefore, “a moment ago” was always the best moment, and the present was always better than the future.

Those who are unaware of their lives slipping away while they are ensnared in the past—him, his grandfather, his mother, me—are in the end, whether alive or dead, ghosts of the past.