“Byeongsu! Are you ready? You’ll be on stage any moment now!”

Ah! I could scarcely believe it. I was about to appear on the grand screen. The dream I once thought far beyond my reach had, at last, taken shape before my eyes. Since childhood, I had longed to become someone known, someone who would shine before the world. Yet my family offered no support, not a single word of encouragement. Most of those around me sought only to belittle and drag me down.

… And yet, amidst that sea of doubt, there was one student at my school who would send me anonymous letters. I never discovered who they were.

The letters felt much like those sent by an admirer to their beloved idol, I mused with a quiet laugh. Their contents varied—sometimes words of encouragement, at other times thoughtful advice. On occasion, the sender even included small gifts for me: food, clothing, and little tokens of care. These modest gestures became a quiet flame that kept my spirit alive, driving me ever closer toward my dream. Whoever that mysterious person may be, I long to offer them my deepest gratitude.