In the forest are the graves of those who have lost their way. The dreams of those buried in the ground shine like various gemstones. One day, a fisherman who hears the sound of a buried gemstone saves a dying man while digging for it. The fisherman names him ‘Thongchai’ - he who won’t or can’t speak, and teaches him how to breathe underwater with an ′Mm′ sound. Could the fisherman hear the silent sound of Thongchai just like the sound of a gemstone? The forests of coastal villages where refugees die, troops stay, and people are buried in silence, are filled with the sounds of unfulfilled dream colors, and no one dares come to check the forests out when darkness sets in. It may be the breath of the dead who are still spouting away, the sound of the various gemstones filling the forest and crying. Can only manta rays of the sea come here to determine without fear the reality of the dreams of the buried? (Chai HeeSuk)