Afternoon sunlight slants across the window ledge, a tender green cicada rests on a morning glory vine. Its slender body clings to the vine, and on its wings, as thin as a cicada's membrane, there are faint brown patterns. Occasionally, it moves its thread-like antennae, testing to touch the nearby petals. When a breeze passes, the wings gently vibrate. If not carefully observed, it might be mistaken for a curled young leaf, quietly embedded in this small area of vitality.

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