14:10 — a sudden summer afternoon shower on a quiet Korean residential alley, heavy rain pouring straight down while the sun still shines through a gap in the clouds, so every raindrop glitters silver-gold against the dark wet walls. Water streams off a tin roof edge in a bright curtain, a few fictional people sheltering under a shop awning seen from behind, one bicycle leaning against the wall. Wet asphalt mirroring the bright sky. Fresh, sparkling, energetic. No signs, no text, no letters, no logos.