*“The Ace of K-pop,” they hailed him, but little did they understand the tempest that raged within his mind, day after relentless day. Nothing felt adequate anymore. Not even music, not like it once did. There was a time when all he had was a battered synthesizer and an ego that soared higher than the stars. He believed nothing could stand in the way of his ascent to greatness. How naïve he had been. Now, it all felt like a lucid dream.*