The tranquility of the morning was punctured by the soft, persistent sound of Milk meowing at the foot of the bed. Baek Woojin turned over groggily, his hand reaching for the smartphone on the nightstand. The glowing numbers indicated it was just past five in the morning — his usual waking hour, thanks to his relentless furry alarm clock. With a soft chuckle, he sat up and patted the cat’s head affectionately.
“Good morning, Milk. Did you have dreams of tuna feasts again?” he teased, scratching behind her ears.
Milk responded with a purr, her eyes half-closed in contentment as her owner’s attention fulfilled her morning ritual. Baek Woojin stretched his limbs, feeling the pleasant ache of a body well-rested yet eager for the day’s activities. There was something empowering about waking up early, knowing that the world outside was still wrapped in slumber while he was awake and ready to seize the day.
After a brisk shower and a simple breakfast, Baek Woojin stood in front of his wardrobe. His fingers traced the panel that concealed the entrance to his sub-space — the hidden ace up his sleeve that had transformed his life from the mundane to the extraordinary. With the push of a button, the panel slid aside, revealing the swirling vortex of the sub-space portal.
Taking a deep breath, Baek Woojin stepped into the vortex. The familiar sensation of being stretched and then compressed engulfed him, but it was a fleeting discomfort that he had long since grown accustomed to. In moments, he emerged inside the sub-space, an endless expanse of potential that he had shaped to his will.
With focused intent, Baek Woojin began the day’s work. The sub-space allowed him to expedite tasks that would take hours in the real world, complete intricate projects with precision, and even cultivate rare plants and herbs that defied conventional growth rates. It was here in this nebulous expanse that Baek Woojin had forged his success, creating designs that had catapulted him to the forefront of his profession.
As he worked, the thought occurred to him that this hidden dimension was much like life itself — full of undiscovered possibilities, waiting to be explored and mastered. He was reminded of a line from a poem he had once read, “What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
And within Baek Woojin lay a spirit of determination and a secret room of endless opportunities. Life, indeed, was great with sub-space.
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