the night slowly opens, and the first light of the year spills across the valley. beneath the torii gate, two figures stand in silence, welcoming a dawn that feels both ancient and new. the sun rises without haste, carrying promises no words are needed to make. this moment marks a crossing — from yesterday into today, from what was into what may be. light does not erase the past, but gently carries it forward. perhaps beginnings are quiet — shared with someone beside us, as the world breathes in the first morning of a new year.

Collecting this kanji brings these jukugo closer ✨