Synopsis
For three decades, he kept the same wish alive. Every single day—no breaks, no forgetting—Woo-jin imagined the same thing. He wanted to build. He wanted to fill the world with things he'd made with his own hands. Then, after thirty years, something shifted. 'What is this?' In front of him sat a calendar. Not the one from today. One from twenty years back. "Architecture finds its way through limits and facts that won't budge." "We've chosen to add another limit on top of all those." "That limit goes by the name of 'design.'" In this second chance, Woo-jin started over.…
