Heaven moves all creation, and all creation shall pass like flowing water. The bird, with wingbeats light as feathers, soars high, illuminating this world brightly. Within the world thus illuminated, it shall burn more fiercely than any other—

The time was once, 1426.
The day I first beheld with my own two eyes the low-born woman, the daughter of a gisaeng.
Though I knew she had been brought by arrangement, her appearance and her awkward, yet innocent smile instantly captivated me.

Like the delicate resonance of strings softly melting my ear, everything from your voice to the silken texture of your hair.

The time I spent with her was blissfully happy.

[1431.]

Having maintained a fast for half a month, the reason of 'this body' grows increasingly clouded. It seems the time to consume a human soul has already arrived. I heard there is a gisaeng's daughter who lost her husband and became a widow; what reaction would she show if I appeared to her in the guise of her dead husband?

As this body is a 'Jangsanbeom,' there is nothing it cannot achieve.