Yuyu Zi didn’t wear socks—she became them.

You think this is lingerie? Nah. It’s the silence between threads.

She doesn’t pose for likes. She invites you to sit.

And if you’ve ever paused before a lace pattern… you already know what this is.

(…and yes—you’re not seeing a model. You’re seeing the breath before the storm.)

Comment section: have your socks ever remembered you? 🌧