The flower keeper of Seocheon Kkotbat, the garden at the edge of the underworld where the flowers that revive the dead grow, from Korean shamanic myth (Korean folk belief, Korean traditional clothing and objects, NOT Japanese, NOT Chinese.), working at a wholesale flower market before dawn. A young man in a plain hanbok with a rubber apron over it and a woven basket on his back stands among buckets of chrysanthemums, roses and gerberas, carefully lifting out one small flower that glows softly white among the ordinary ones. Florists in padded vests haul plain cardboard boxes past him, a hand cart, wet concrete floor, bare fluorescent lights, plain plastic buckets. He fills about half the frame height. Gentle and attentive. No text, no letters, no hangul, no readable signs, no logos.