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🌙 Slow Night Ancient Tales
"Tonight, why not fall into a deep sleep surrounded by the tranquility of classic literature?"
Slow Night Ancient Tales provides a soothing, low-voice reading of Korean folklore and classic literature, crafted to help you clear your mind and enjoy a peaceful rest after a busy day.
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📖 toad
The story I will be reading for you today is a classic short story by the acclaimed Korean author Kim You-jeong, published in 1936. It follows the tragicomic and rather bitter nighttime misadventures of a naive student who falls into an unrequited love with a Gisaeng. Relax your mind as we journey into this satirical tale of blind affection and human selfishness from an era long past. Let the story begin.
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📖 A Frenzied Dance Under the Flowers
Chancellor Lee has hurriedly returned from Haeju. On the night he heard this news, Jeong Mong-ju could not fall into a peaceful sleep. Why did he return so hastily?
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📖 Chastity
The master's wife was rotting to the core because of the servant woman. Telling her to leave wouldn't make her go obediently, but keeping her around and watching her was so despicable that every day felt suffocating. The servant woman's bad habits were clearly instilled by the master. The wife would sit with her legs crossed in front of her husband, who was still under the covers, and pester him every morning. Because, other than the morning, she never had a quiet moment to face her husband, wh
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📖 Hand Talk Between Envoys
Long ago, in a time no one quite remembers, an envoy came from China to hold a contest of hand talk. It was not a contest of spoken words, but of meaning passed silently, hand to hand. Notices went up everywhere, calling for anyone willing to answer the challenge.
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📖 Days of Youth
It was a spring morning, when the morning dew was just beginning to fade from the tips of the grass. The soft air seemed to collect all the scents of the universe, wash them in clear water like the Milky Way, and deliver that deep and sweet fragrance on a thin breeze. The scent of flowery grass came from all sides. Sitting blankly with his legs stretched over soft grass that was like a young goddess's breast, drunk on the invisible energy of a spring day that seemed to paralyze the human soul l