UNFILTERED+ · SCRIPTURES

The Unfiltered Scriptures

A Divine Text for the Modern Drama Watcher

The Book of FatePoetic Platitudes

1:1Cherry blossoms fall,
A silent tear, a wrist is grabbed,
Ah, romance.

1:2The moon hangs so high,
He waits outside her poor home,
Rich parents despair.

1:3A sudden fever,
A bowl of porridge, badly made,
True love is born now.

1:4The full moon hangs bright,
Illuminating a fated kiss...
Or a convenient childhood memory.— Fate

1:5Steam rises from the tea,
Not unlike a mother-in-law’s temper,
Cooled only by a large check.— Fate

Poetic PlatitudesThe Book of Fate

1:6See the falling rain?
It is not water, but the plot,
Washing away all logic for a dramatic confession.— Fate

1:7A single leaf falls.
Thus, the season changes—
And the story time-jumps five years forward.— Fate

1:8The stars in his eyes
Do not reflect destiny,
But the cold glare of his new sports car.— Fate

1:9Still water in the pond,
Deep and mysterious...
Like the secret birthright he doesn't know he has.— Fate

1:10The first snow of winter,
A promise of pure love,
And a convenient setting for a tragic backstory.— Fate

Poetic Platitudes

The Book of Fate

Short dramatic poems and intentionally over-serious observations.

1:1Cherry blossoms fall,
A silent tear, a wrist is grabbed,
Ah, romance.

1:2The moon hangs so high,
He waits outside her poor home,
Rich parents despair.

1:3A sudden fever,
A bowl of porridge, badly made,
True love is born now.

1:4The full moon hangs bright,
Illuminating a fated kiss...
Or a convenient childhood memory.— Fate

1:5Steam rises from the tea,
Not unlike a mother-in-law’s temper,
Cooled only by a large check.— Fate

1:6See the falling rain?
It is not water, but the plot,
Washing away all logic for a dramatic confession.— Fate

1:7A single leaf falls.
Thus, the season changes—
And the story time-jumps five years forward.— Fate

1:8The stars in his eyes
Do not reflect destiny,
But the cold glare of his new sports car.— Fate

1:9Still water in the pond,
Deep and mysterious...
Like the secret birthright he doesn't know he has.— Fate

1:10The first snow of winter,
A promise of pure love,
And a convenient setting for a tragic backstory.— Fate

1:11An empty soju bottle,
Sits on the table at dawn;
A monument to a drunk confession.— Fate

1:12The wind blows his hair.
He turns in slow motion.
The camera loves his good side.— Fate

1:13A cherry blossom petal
Drifts onto her shoulder.
It means the second lead is about to appear.— Fate

1:14The silent hospital room,
A beeping machine,
And a perfectly timed moment of waking from a coma.— Fate

1:15A red string of fate,
Tied around two fingers,
And tangled in a love triangle.— Fate

1:16The vast ocean,
He stares at it with longing,
Thinking about his hostile corporate takeover.— Fate

1:17A flickering candle
In the lonely darkness.
The power is out, forcing the leads to talk.— Fate

1:18The white truck of doom
Waits at the crossroads,
Patiently.— Fate

1:19The lonely bus window,
A canvas for sad thoughts,
And a reflection of the passing scenery.— Fate

1:20A tall bamboo forest,
Perfect for a sword fight,
And a dramatic escape.— Fate

1:21The steam in the air,
A bowl of hot ramen,
A cure for sadness, and a great PPL shot.— Fate

1:22A wilting flower
In a forgotten vase,
Symbolizing the part of the story where they break up for no reason.— Fate

1:23The mountain peak,
So high and remote,
Is the best place to learn a secret martial art.— Fate

1:24A single umbrella,
Two people in the rain.
Proximity has never been so planned.— Fate

1:25The airport gate,
A portal to another world,
Where someone is always leaving forever until the last second.— Fate

1:26A flickering lantern
Floats into the night sky,
Carrying a wish for a happy ending in season two.— Fate

1:27The silence is broken,
Not by words,
But by the sound of his stomach growling.— Fate

1:28A faded photograph
Of two children playing.
Behold, the source of all plot.— Fate

1:29The palace wall is high,
But not too high
For a prince in disguise to climb over.— Fate

1:30The warmth of a back hug,
A silent confession
From a man who can afford words.— Fate

1:31An unsigned letter,
A check inside the envelope,
The universal language of "leave my son alone."— Fate

1:32The sharp intake of breath,
A hand covering the gasp,
The sound of eavesdropping.— Fate

1:33The river flows on,
Carrying secrets and sorrows,
And the body of a character who was only pretending to be dead.— Fate

1:34A lone dandelion seed
Floats on the breeze,
A metaphor for the heroine's unbreakable spirit.— Fate

1:35The endless highway,
A dramatic U-turn,
Because his heart knew the way all along.— Fate

1:36A closing elevator door,
The briefest moment of eye contact,
An entire chapter of unspoken feelings.— Fate

1:37The wind chimes sing,
A gentle, soothing sound,
That triggers a traumatic memory.— Fate

1:38A small, simple bandage
On a minor scratch.
It is a symbol of his undying devotion.— Fate

1:39The empty swing set
Creaks in the lonely park,
Waiting for a flashback.— Fate

1:40A roaring fire,
The hero and heroine huddle for warmth,
Because their hotel only had one room left.— Fate

1:41The bright city lights
Seen from a rooftop,
Illuminate the sad truth that he is rich and she is poor.— Fate

1:42A shattered teacup,
The pieces on the floor,
A visual representation of the chairman’s disapproval.— Fate

1:43The gentle waves
Wash upon the shore,
Erasing their footprints, but not their fated love.— Fate

1:44A single noodle
Connects their lips.
It is an accidental kiss, of course.— Fate

1:45The lotus flower blooms,
Rising from the mud,
Just like the heroine after her makeover.— Fate

1:46A kite with a broken string,
Flies away into the sky,
A metaphor for a love you must let go.— Fate

1:47The echo in the cave,
Repeats his desperate shout,
So she knows how much he cares.— Fate

1:48A bowl of congee,
So simple, so plain,
Yet it tastes like the childhood they shared and forgot.— Fate

1:49The ancient tree stands tall,
Having witnessed their promise,
And the next five generations of their family drama.— Fate

1:50The path diverges.
One way leads to happiness,
The other, to a noble sacrifice.— Fate

1:51A sword is drawn,
Gleaming in the moonlight,
And stops one inch from his enemy's throat.— Fate

1:52The mask he wears
Hides his face from the world,
But not his sad, beautiful, recognizable eyes.— Fate

1:53The final credits roll,
The last song plays,
A promise that another drama is waiting.— Fate