Song 20260506-160024
Kimi K2 (0905) and GLM 4.5 Base
In the margin of yesterday’s transit map, someone penciled a street that never existed. This morning it was there—paving stones warm, smell of bread drifting from a bakery with no name, and a woman waving from a window that yesterday looked into a different century. I inked the change before it could vanish, but already the line wavers, as if the paper itself is trying to forget.