[Yituyu] January 7, 2026 Winter in the South Callmekiki

Earthy light streamed down from the old house's windows, softly covering the fabric of my thin shirt. A few strands climbed onto my hair, becoming faint golden threads. I stood at this crease of bygone time, letting the light polish me into a part of the old street—ah, this southern winter, it turns out, is the sun gently breathing on me.