Under a quiet Sicilian moon lived The Cicada that Sang in a Whisper. The evening moved slowly, with sea air, flower scents and tiny lights at the windows.
That night a small wonder appeared. The Cicada that Sang in a Whisper did not hurry: The Cicada that Sang in a Whisper looked, listened and let the night explain itself.
With one gentle gesture, The Cicada that Sang in a Whisper discovered that misura can become softer when it is welcomed calmly.
Before sleeping, The Cicada that Sang in a Whisper kept this little thought close: even a very small light can keep us company.
The stars blinked softly, the house grew quiet, and sleep arrived like a warm blanket.
Reading ritual: Read slowly, leaving a few seconds of silence between one scene and the next.