It was already the time of awakening, and I pushed open the door of my old home with my face covered. The old wood made a rustling sound, like sighing at the passing of the old and the coming of the new, and the dust fell on my head.
The visitor lit the three incense sticks he brought with him and inserted them into the stove, with thin strands of tobacco climbing upward.
He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Who is this old friend?"
Purpose: Overthrow feudalism