[YWW.ME] 2025.07.23 Cicadas chirped throughout my childhood, and I snuck a sip of Sprite.

The night is a cocoon, and a subtle crackling sound can be heard from the treetops. Seven years of waiting quietly blossom under the starlight, the cicada's chirping transforms the darkness into the clear song of dawn, while we spend our entire lives reminiscing about our lost childhood.