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September | Garden of Insect Songs - Four Seasons Chronicle

Sounds descend, and the moon hangs low.
The dew is shallow, and the night grows clear.

Night dew traces the edges of the moss in round droplets, and a chorus of insects falls upon the garden.
The shadows of the bamboo are thin, and the stream shines shallowly.




The garden of insect songs—the moon is low, and the sounds are clear.

The wind answers. Sumiya strokes the grass, aligning the direction of the sounds.
The sounds gather. Sumika listens intently to the rhythm of the water's surface, counting the beats of autumn: chiri, chiri.
In the distance, a single remnant of summer chirps low. Raiga confirms the heartbeat of the earth and gently lays the threads of heat to rest.
Silence takes form. Mione stands, and the garden settles into a circle, her voice smoothed out like rain.

The garden of insect songs.
The season changes its garment of sound, slowly—deepening into autumn.

The dew is round, and the sounds descend. The garden in September, a quiet breath.


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