-sakuracircle- Overflow - 07 -

I don’t know when the threshold broke. Maybe it was the 7th reread of that one DM. The 7th late-night render of a timeline that never existed. Or the 7th time the rain sounded exactly like the hiss between tracks on an old Vocaloid B-side.

There’s a point in every soft reset where you forget you were even counting.

The silence after the drop. Not the loud kind. The cherry-blossom-in-a-parking-lot kind. It doesn’t ask for permission. It just occupies the space where a reply used to be. -SakuraCircle- Overflow - 07

That was before Overflow - 07 .

07 has always been the unlucky number in this circle. Not because anything bad happens—but because nothing stops happening . I don’t know when the threshold broke

-SakuraCircle- was never about the petals. It was about the people standing under the tree, pretending not to watch the door.

Next entry: -SakuraCircle- /dev/null or re:boot ? No promises. The circle doesn’t close just because you want it to. Or the 7th time the rain sounded exactly

was supposed to be contained. A quiet loop. A password-locked .txt file buried three folders deep. Cherry blossom petals caught in resin—beautiful, but static.