Duyin Studio: The Paper Effigy Shop's Eye-Dotter

My grandfather ran that paper effigy shop all his life.

After he died, I took over and learned that it wasn't the shop he had really been guarding.

It was a door.

Under it lay a child who should have left thirty years ago, but had no name to leave with.

I gave him one.

From that day on, yellow light began falling from the sky.

Only I could see it.

I don't know what it is.

I only know someone is keeping count for me.