[Getting lost was inevitable when the meter concept of a'shopping mall' was as foreign as the Parisian streets-- and Shin-Ah, dressed in his traditional syle clothes, was in complete awe over this grand bazaar. The lights were as bright as Tokyo, the shimmering fountains and foliage lining the walkways, and the cobblestone look to the flooring made it look as if the outdoors had been brought in side under the climate controlled roof.
And Shin-Ah stood in the middle of this, a lost deer that had wandered in from the mountains.
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And Shin-Ah stood in the middle of this, a lost deer that had wandered in from the mountains.
Someone, save him?]