Cicada

A family's unspoken history vibrates beneath the surface of their quiet home, as palpable as the hum of cicadas on a summer night. The film observes the delicate, fraying threads connecting parents and children, siblings and spouses, through meticulously framed scenes of domestic routine. Every shared meal and averted glance carries the weight of decades. The narrative unfolds not through grand revelations, but in the accumulation of stifled emotions and half-finished sentences, building toward an inevitable confrontation with the echoes of the past that have shaped their present silence.