When famine froze Bando’s land, the villagers climbed Mount Jirisan to seek the gods—but snow had sealed every shrine.
Then came Cheon-gi-sae, the giraffe with a sky-reaching neck. It carried the villagers down on its back, warming the earth with each breath. Where it stepped, seeds sprouted. Trees blossomed. Fields turned green.
And just as quietly as it came, it vanished into morning mist.
🌾 Lesson: “Sometimes, healing arrives on soft hooves and leaves no footprints.”
