Intermission

Once there was a strange cicada.

The cicada hadnt changed at all, so no one noticed it.

In the world there existed hundreds of millions of cicadas, so nobody took interest if only one showed a strange behavior.

The strange one didnt cry.

It didnt cry despite being a cicada. It didnt cry despite being male.

But was the one in this world?

Nobody knew what the cicada was thinking.

It wasnt known if the living being called cicada thought at all.

After it short life as an adult ended, the cicada fell on the asphalt.

A child with an insect cage picked it up and then threw it away.

It was then carried away by a group of black ants.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com