One day, as the sun set and moonlight quietly enveloped the earth, the city's noise echoed like an orchestra's finale. Amidst it, a man stood alone, as if searching for something, staring intently at his own shadow in the darkness. In his deep eyes, a solitude as if time had stopped resided, and that solitude resonated deep within his heart like Beethoven's symphony.

At the cusp of thirty-nine, and on the threshold of forty, he looks back at his life so far and dreams of a new journey. At the starting point of that journey stands a horse. The powerful sound of its hooves is like the beat of his own heart, seeming to lead him through the past, the present, and the future yet to come. This journey is more than just horse riding. It is about exploring his inner self, discovering hidden passions, and walking the path of self-discovery.

The night in Seoul is splendid, but that splendor sometimes makes the man's inner self even more solitary. Sipping a drink against the backdrop of Namsan's night view, he confronts the desires hidden deep within him. And soon, his gaze shifts to the narrow alleyways of Tokyo. Amidst countless neon signs and crowds, he suddenly recognizes his essential solitude. Like a scene from a black-and-white film by Akira Kurosawa,