Там, где начинается наша ночь

Smertʹ - vsego lishʹ dlinnoe puteshestvie, kotoroe privodit vas k domu.V serdt͡se Seula, gde vremi͡a techet po svoim zakonam, rabotaet neobychnyĭ pokhoronnyĭ zal. Ego khraniteli - Chzhėkho i Mari - dvoe molodykh li͡udeĭ, chʹi sudʹby perepletai͡utsi͡a v prichudlivyĭ uzor pod senʹi͡u t͡svetushcheĭ sakury.Chzhėkho, pogruzhennyĭ v vospominanii͡a o poteri͡annoĭ sestre, nakhodit uteshenie v nochnykh smenakh. A ego naparnit͡sa Mari, mechtai͡ushchai͡a o Gavaĭi͡akh, perebivaetsi͡a dvadt͡satʹ pi͡atoĭ podrabotkoĭ.Sredi belykh khrizantem i traurnykh portretov oni uchatsi͡a zhitʹ zanovo, nakhodi͡a svet v samykh temnykh ugolkakh zhizni. Ikh putʹ prolegaet cherez osveshchennye okna nochnogo goroda, mimo statui zadumchivogo pisateli͡a i tainstvennykh gorodskikh ugolkov.Deĭstvitelʹno li nochʹ - ne vremi͡a strakha, a vremi͡a iskrennikh razgovorov i glubokikh prozreniĭ?..

Death is just a long journey that takes you home.In the heart of Seoul, where time flows according to its own laws, there is an unusual funeral hall. Its keepers, Zheho and Mari, are two young people whose destinies are intertwined in a bizarre pattern under the shade of a cherry blossom.Jaho, immersed in the memories of his lost sister, finds solace in night shifts. And his partner Marie, who dreams of Hawaii, gets by on her twenty-fifth part-time job.Among the white chrysanthemums and mourning portraits, they learn to live anew, finding light in the darkest corners of life. Their path runs through the lighted windows of the night city, past the statue of a thoughtful writer and mysterious urban corners.Is the night really not a time of fear, but a time of sincere conversations and deep insights?..