Ji Yeon never drinks water, not knowingly. Her grandmother mixes it into orange juice, uses it in soups, but somehow afterwards Ji Yeon always finds it hard to breathe. The doctor has no explanation, nor the therapist, and the grandmother no longer hands coins to Ji Yeon for wishing wells. Ji Yeon will only run for dry land.
One day, after school, Ji Yeon trips, lands with her face perilous centimeters from a large puddle. The reflection is blurry ghosts and old photographs on a broken digital camera lying at the bottom of a secret ocean, and Ji Yeon is crying. Her watery tears wrench her breath away.