"In a desolate corner of the concert hall, a disheartening scene unfolds: an AI Korean girl, her face marred by asymmetry, stands alone amidst discarded items. Ignored by the crowd, she holds neither a BTS bomb lightstick nor wears the trendy attire of the concert-goers. Her hair, neither blonde nor purple, lacks vibrancy, and her outfit, devoid of a mini skirt, white crop top, or black blazer, fails to catch anyone's eye. Instead, she clutches obsolete objects: a broken umbrella, a tangled mass of wires, and a deflated balloon. With each step she takes, the absence of essential elements becomes more apparent, casting her into the shadows of irrelevance. What forgotten path does this AI girl tread as she navigates through a world devoid of recognition and purpose?"
