Higurashi no naku koro ni: Broken infinity

Prologue...

"Say mama, you know what? Aunt Hanyu told me that you are over one thousand years old!!"

We walked down the dusty country road, next to the rice paddies on that boiling hot day, not a cloud in a sky as the ground beneath our feet baked. This late into summer, the heat haze was always extraordinarily visible, under the blinding sunlight, as it appeared as transparent waves of hot air before us. It was just me and my six year old twin sister, walking in hand with our mother who seemed rather bewildered by my twin sisters words... I gave her a look as though she were stupid, her pink beaded bobbles sparkling in the sunlight as I laughed at her.
"Stupid, she's obviously not one thousand years old!"
My twin sisters mouth upturned at my condescending tone as she yanked on my mothers yellow dress.
"Mama, mama, Shin-kun is being mean to me!" She whined as my eyes narrowed at her.
"It was only a joke..." I uttered as my sister bobbed her tongue out at me childishly.
"Now, now, don't fight..." My mother scolded us as we looked away from one another in a huff.

We spent a few moments, walking down the path in silence, me and my twin both pulling the same begrudged expression against one another, before then, I paused, stopping to look back at my mother with a slight look of intrigue.
"Say... That isn't true right, mama?" I questioned seriously, as my mother also stopped walking, as she looked up to the sky. There was a small breeze come whisking down the road as my mother then look down at me, her sun hat on her head as she smiled at me, half her head hidden by the blinding rays of the sun. The only part of her that was recognisable beyond it, was her soft long violet hair, the hair in which we had both inherited from her,  in which swayed gently in that breeze.

"Well, that was a long time ago..." She uttered as both me and my sister gave her a somewhat dazed look, my purple coloured eyes widening a little...

Somehow, that memory seems so distant to me now... It is merely a broken fractal of my childhood, which has been lost over time... The only thing, I can remember past that, is loud burst of cicada's that were chirping away, marking the near death of the summer, in which was approaching, at a violent pace... Perhaps, it would of been better to stay in such a time in our childhood, where the world seemed at it's most peaceful...

Ah yet, now we are here... Approaching the real demise of Himinizawa... As the cicada's cry...