SICKY

Light in Silence

There was a man who longed to escape from reality, weary of the emptiness that had taken over his life.
Guided by the distant memories of a childhood filled with love, he set out on a drive back to his hometown—back to the house where he had once lived as a boy.

Yet, as he arrived, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that reality still clung to him.
There was a strange discomfort in the air, as if the place no longer belonged to either the past or the present.

One night, he had a dream—unconsciously, involuntarily.
In that dream, he encountered a mysterious boy he didn’t recognize.
The boy led him, almost forcibly, through a series of surreal scenes.

The child’s life appeared painfully lonely, hollow, and hard to look at without turning away.
Yet, beneath that discomfort was an eerie sense of familiarity—something hauntingly nostalgic, as though he had seen it all before.

It was then he realized: the dream wasn’t just a dream.
It was a mirror of his repressed, forgotten self.

Though he mourned the emptiness that had remained unchanged in both past and present, he found, within that sameness, a spark of compassion and courage.
And so, gently, he embraced the boy—embraced himself.

PHOTOGRAPHY KYOHEI NAGANO
STYLING YOSHIII
MODELS NOE FROM WEST MANAGEMENT, ALEXANDER S. FROM AVOCADO
HAIR KAZUMA
MAKE-UP NATSUKI WATANABE

WEARING HOMMENA, NKGW, DAIRIKU, ONLY ONE, MIDORIKAWA RYO

Light in Silence

There was a man who longed to escape from reality, weary of the emptiness that had taken over his life. Guided by the distant memories of a childhood filled with love, he set out on a drive back to his hometown—back to the house where he had once lived as a boy.

Yet, as he arrived, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that reality still clung to him. There was a strange discomfort in the air, as if the place no longer belonged to either the past or the present.

One night, he had a dream—unconsciously, involuntarily. In that dream, he encountered a mysterious boy he didn’t recognize. The boy led him, almost forcibly, through a series of surreal scenes.

The child’s life appeared painfully lonely, hollow, and hard to look at without turning away. Yet, beneath that discomfort was an eerie sense of familiarity—something hauntingly nostalgic, as though he had seen it all before.

It was then he realized: the dream wasn’t just a dream. It was a mirror of his repressed, forgotten self.

Though he mourned the emptiness that had remained unchanged in both past and present, he found, within that sameness, a spark of compassion and courage. And so, gently, he embraced the boy—embraced himself.

PHOTOGRAPHY KYOHEI NAGANO
STYLING YOSHIII
MODELS NOE FROM WEST MANAGEMENT,
ALEXANDER S. FROM AVOCADO
HAIR KAZUMA
MAKE-UP NATSUKI WATANABE

WEARING HOMMENA, NKGW, DAIRIKU, ONLY ONE, MIDORIKAWA RYO