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# Chapter 227: The Sea of Names
Eun-seo felt the weight that Kang Tae-oh’s name carried, yet she could not grasp its meaning. To know his name was to know his soul. If she could understand his name, she believed she could unlock his past, present, and future all at once. The air inside the workshop vibrated with an inexplicable tension, and the heaviness of his name rippled through her chest like waves on a river, quickening her heartbeat.
She wanted to know everything about him—to touch the core of his being through his name. If only she could decipher those syllables, she thought, she could read the whole of him: yesterday, today, and tomorrow. The workshop’s atmosphere trembled subtly around them. Like a pianist’s fingers hovering over ivory keys, her hands opened and closed repeatedly, gripping and releasing the paper, as her chest tightened with an unbearable ache.
Darkness crept into the workshop, swallowing his name into shadow. Yet the weight of those syllables only grew heavier, pounding against her heart like river currents. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered his name again and again—a prayer, a question, a plea. If she could only understand it, she could understand him completely. If she could only understand him, she could know everything that was, everything that is, and everything that will be.
Their eyes locked across the dimly lit space. The air between them thrummed with unspoken meaning. Rain began to fall outside the window—a steady, insistent rhythm that seemed to echo her own desperate heartbeat. Her fingers trembled as she held the paper, opening and closing like a musician struggling to find the right key.
Time moved forward, but she remained suspended in this moment, caught between longing and understanding. She reached for his name as if it were a lifeline, as if knowing it would anchor her to something real, something true. The weight of it pressed against her ribs, beautiful and suffocating all at once.
In the gathering darkness, she made her final decision. She would know him. She would understand. And in understanding his name, she would understand the river itself—the way it bends, the way it flows, the way it carves through time itself.