The night feels heavy, as if the heaviness of the clouds above has seeped into my very being. A deep, lingering chill permeates the air, mirroring the weight of my thoughts. Wrapped in my dark sweater, I step outside, but the cold is relentless, seeping through the fabric and making me shiver. My breath mixes with the steam rising from the cup in my hands, a smoky warmth that feels distant and ephemeral. The drink provides some solace, but tonight, even the warmth cannot dispel the cold that clings to both the atmosphere and my mood. The night stretches on, gloomy and endless. — 𝐊𝐘𝐎, 송혜교.