Oblivious Manhua

Title: Oblivious In the stillness of the moonlit night, Jiwoo found himself standing at the edge of a desolate cliff, the mist swirling around him in an ethereal dance. His heart clenched with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation as he scanned the vast expanse below, searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate. Suddenly, a haunting melody filled the air, its melancholic notes weaving a spellbinding tapestry that seemed to beckon Jiwoo forward. Intrigued, he followed the siren call, each step echoing in the silence of the night like a whisper from the unknown. As he ventured deeper into the fog-shrouded landscape, Jiwoo's senses heightened, his pulse quickening with a heady mix of fear and exhilaration. Shadows flitted at the corners of his vision, teasing him with glimpses of a world beyond his comprehension. And then, amidst the ghostly mist, a figure materialized before him—a spectral being with eyes that held the wisdom of centuries and a smile that spoke of ancient secrets. Jiwoo's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the enigmatic being, feeling a strange sense of familiarity stir in the depths of his soul. “Welcome, lost wanderer,” the figure intoned, their voice resonating with a haunting melody that sent shivers down Jiwoo's spine. “You have been summoned to this realm for a purpose greater than you can fathom.” In that moment, Jiwoo felt a surge of recognition, as if he had known this mysterious entity in a lifetime long forgotten. The barriers of reality blurred around him, and he stepped closer to the ghostly figure, a sense of trust blooming within his heart. As the figure reached out a hand to touch Jiwoo's cheek, a jolt of electricity passed between them, igniting a spark of recognition that transcended the confines of time and space. And in that fleeting instant, Jiwoo understood that his journey was only just beginning, leading him down a path fraught with peril and promise, where the line between illusion and reality blurred into oblivion.