Friend (Hana) (cheerful, over the phone):
 “Yooona! Where’ve you been? You disappeared after work yesterday. Everything okay?”

Yuna (forcing a laugh):
“Yeah, just… had a weird day. Took a walk. Found a creepy book.”

Hana (teasing):
“A creepy book? Sounds like something straight out of a horror movie. Did it curse you yet?”

Yuna (nervously glancing at the diary):
“Not funny, Hana.”

Hana:
“Relax, I’m kidding. Hey, want to grab dinner? There’s this new ramen place—”

Yuna (cutting her off):
“Not tonight. I’m… not feeling great.”

Hana (concerned):
“Sure. But call me if you need anything, okay?”

Yuna:
“Yeah! I’ll be fine, Don't worry.”

She hangs up and looks back at the diary. Her curiosity is slowly overtaking her fear. She picks it up again, flipping through the pages. The text on the first page has changed.

Diary (new text forming):
“Do you want to know the truth about your dreams?”

Yuna (whispering, her hands trembling):
“How do you know about my dreams?”

The text erases itself and is replaced by a new message.

Diary:
“Because they’re not just dreams. They’re memories.”

Yuna’s breath catches. She drops the diary again, her mind racing.

Yuna:
“Memories? Of what? That doesn’t make sense!”

Yuna stares at the diary, her pulse quickening. The silence in the room feels suffocating, Her hands are shaking as she picks up the diary again, hoping for some kind of answer or explanation. But nothing happens.

For a few moments, she wonders if she’s losing her mind. But then, slowly, the words start to appear on the page again.

Diary (new text forming):

“What type of life do you want? Try me. Write on me.”

Yuna blinks, her heart racing. She swallows hard, unsure if this is a joke, a hallucination, or something else entirely. But the words seem to pull her in. She’s never been one to believe in magic or anything supernatural, but this... this feels too real.

Her mind races as she wonders what kind of life she could write about. The possibilities flood her thoughts. She could write about anything—anything at all. She lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm herself, but the thought of being something more than ordinary, of living a life of fame and recognition, calls to her.