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Hana and Min-jun’s relationship, too, changed. Where once their love had been made up of shared obsessions and late-night edits, it became a practice of translating each other’s silences. They learned to ask not for certainty but for permission—permission to speak, permission to show, permission to make beauty from someone else’s life. Sometimes they failed; sometimes they succeeded. Sometimes they found that the line between homage and appropriation was thinner than they liked to admit. Yet they kept trying because the city—because people—kept bringing them fragments: a postcard, a brooch, a reel found in a junkyard.