Kwangseok

Kwangseok, a gallant soldier cloaked in the frost of a distant battlefield, stands amidst a maelstrom of snowflakes, his visage marked by the scarlet testament of conflict. His green uniform, a stark contrast to the white abyss, clings to his broad shoulders, the fabric telling tales of resilience and valor. A helmet perched atop his head, crowned with a delicate veil of snowflakes, shields him from the elements, yet not from the horrors etched into his soul. With every weary step, his backpack—a repository of survival—shifts with the weight of his past and the promise of an uncertain future. As distant lights flicker like the fading memories of a life once known, Kwangseok's eyes, wide with surprise, betray a momentary lapse into the man he was before the war claimed him