Lim, no one knows him, no one remembers him. He treads through a forested plane, he doesn't really know himself, he doesn't care for himself, he just cares to keep going day to day. He is in the woods, holding his axe, bringing it to a tree, every swing, we see a single frame of his past, the dark surroundings, the poor view of it, surprise, shock, all polar opposite emotions as we cut back to Lim. He finishes cutting the tree and hoists it over his shoulder, he moves over, places it beside a makeshift fire, he cuts the tree with an axe, made of an seemingly unknown metallic substance. He smiles as he finishes cutting the tree log, throws the log into the fire piece by piece, he places the axe into his palms, he gives a deep stare to the axe. The camera focuses solely on the axe, he sits down, still focusing, he blinks. The axe disappears, He stands up and moves into his make-shift cabin, being heated by a fire outside, he walks into the cabin, he stares at his bed, beside it a nightstand, barren, also makeshift alongside the bed, the bed however isn't makeshift, it's proper', out of place in the house.
Lim sits, he takes a deep breathe, he blinks once, he seems shorter from the viewer's perspective, again, same thing, shorter, this repeats three more times before Lim awakens, outside, on the ground, it's now snowing, the fire is barely rumbling, choking on the snowfall. Lim throws more firewood that was left over into the fire as he stands up, he talks to the fire. The scene cuts back and fourth, From a grave, to the fire, Lim is sitting in front of both in the same way, only difference is the setting, and Lim. He talks to both asynchronously as both cut between, "Hey bro, I've been working, I made this tribute for you" He extends his axe that disappeared only moments earlier, he places it down, in the grave-side view it sits there, a normal axe, continuing to focus on the gravesite view, Lim sits up, and walks out of camera view, the camera transitions to behind a closed door, the door opens, back at the snow-time view in the present, just behind Lim, we see the fire, with the axe burning inside the fire.
Lim stares with the door open, the axe is back, there on the chair he fell asleep on earlier, Lim frowns, then smiles, then frowns again. He sighs, then leaves, he leaves suddenly, and he leaves swiftly, through the snow, through the snow-covered trees, he finds a wall, and that same axe, lying gracefully on the wall. We hear a echoed voice, "Hey Lim!" Repeated thrice. Lim starts to breakdown, gripping his forehead, he slaps into the wall, crying, then he wakes up. In that same chair he fell asleep in earlier, he sighs. He slaps himself twice, he then grabs his axe, but it seems… Bigger, he thinks to himself, the audience hears which, "I need some Food, snowfall started, and towns only a few blocks down". The walk is nearly 30 minutes, only lasting about 2 from the audience's view, as we cut through different environments he walks through. The final two steps are shown to the audience as he approaches the parlor, he shakes the parlor's hand, he hands him two loathes of bread, Lim slides two metallic coins, coins he made with his power, the power he doesn't understand, he announces internally to both the audience and himself. He continues internally, stating the coins will dissolve after only some minutes, so he has to get out quick. Lim moves out of the shop as fast as he entered, two loathes of bread in his hand, as he walks out of the town, his eyes fall upon on a lone couple, he throws them, politely, a loathe of bread, they both accept and eat gratefully. He stares as if he was reminiscing.
Lim stumbles his way back home, clearly tired, clearly not wanting to continue on, not enough sleep, not even food, not even water, whatever, he was exhausted. He reaches home, his eyes widen, and then thinned as he crumbles down into the floor, only sighing, the camera still affixed on his face before the camera pans to the house, manually destroyed, someone, something, whatever it was, wanted the house gone, and it was torn down. Lim has three tears drop, a snow storm starts to emerge. Lim looks to the side, a single note is left 'We know what you did, 'Structer'. He crumbles the letter, 'Structer' he murmurs, speaking out loud for the first time.