by the frozen river, a brother and sister crouch together, close enough to share the warmth they have left. the wind is sharp, and their white breaths drift away into silence. though the world is wrapped in layers of cold, a tiny glow remains upon their rosy cheeks. they hold chilled hands near their hearts, flushing ears and fingertips, breathing in the quiet scent of winter. the deeper the silence falls, the clearer the warmth that pulses deep within. “rei” — cold — is more than a temperature; it is the instant your body remembers you are alive. it captures the transparent air of winter, and the small warmth we hold onto within it.

Collecting this kanji brings these jukugo closer ✨