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ㅤ✱ argent flecks of stellar dust formed a solace, unutterable things.

˖ ࣪ ་ 🪷 as for memoirs— dudding up while eyeballed chaperon, from “melodic sound coming out of the farsee,” caught a diary crumbs: goes elsewhere blissfully through the celestial, wherever the stars, glittering like scintillant gems, define covert glimmers onto the luscious void. amidst the empyrean and unbearable virtue of the firmament, anyone might stumble upon shelter and a plea to indulge in the eternal slumber.

18.05.02 ✉️ sprawls in an intricate light—and—shade, seraphic luminaries pirouette between endless hymns. ★

(‘begin holds whisper to finds home). / sipping armored heifer with star strewn. merely involved in sought-after joy. tangible dictate: it’s her belief... this wonderful aviation, teeming with debris sparkle and lunar wisdom, makes an ardent pledge of camaraderie, soliciting bonded beings to partake in the fabulous move. would take the chance?

in fidelity earnest,
cordially @hannri. ♡
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
UNFOLD DREAM LABYRINTH
WHISPER SUBTLE ART HUMAN.

⸻&. Ethereal emerges mists forgotten memories floats across scene crucial concerning pale particularly reminiscent provides insight regard numerous majestic masquerade life bump into yield slippery slender figures in solemn sync camouflaged underneath mystery-filled rid of distinguishing profoundly magnetize for inquiry into the various characters. "Amidst veiled assembly, lone silhouette carving remarkable personage stands individuality in contrasting position against the legato to insignia," sole popularity pops up as evidence yearning for authenticity in world where genuine selves frequently veiled beneath numerous illusion.

Chamber loneliness wraps puzzle peep beyond the superficial locate hidden depths, ironically along vague world, "Unveiling beneath the empty façade genuine connection encourage venture higher dark corners and stretch out to consideration within?"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

        
[hálettunge] : episode, ⁰¹/ 4th. 🪬𑣿

bursting and being born like orchids that epitomize luxuriousness; in the adolescence of consonance that emerges with closeness in the wholeartedness.

girlhood, namely i as a figure that intertwines with the central storylines. intending numerous splashes that involve several stoppages, alongside the fateful rope of friendship. with plenty of sense swelling in the countryards to melt the sophistication that culminates in the highest place, to grow and settle in the upscale class; @naoireis.

being mature and gorgeous. yet—i,
still a calyx that needed another calyx.

💷¹⁷ ... | ...

on the philosophized red orchid
hence i issued a pledge thrown
in the chamber of friendship.

upon the course meant and inserted in each nook and cranny, tumultuous inch in the elegance of the seasons, because i engaged with—destiny in each second of metaphorical girlhood that would never quench.
        

ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWHERE I AM SOUGHT, DESPAIRING
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFOR YOUR SOMNOLENT HYMNS.

Chasing ghost and jumping at at shadows, still my reveries remain cascading as my bare feet preserving by haste. There lay forsaken tales of my yearning agony that tormented me in eons that goes astray to the rostrum of solitude, albeit gossamer touches and somnolent solace accost melancholic musings, my tragical tales are drowning on one's knees, succumbing to salvation, nearly despairing. I, in this algorithm, am galvanised, how sorcery of phantasm lending me its might, now the dudgeons of delirium tumbling down, herein my wish engraved:

TO BE SOUGHT & TO BE UNSEALED.
(A Hand of Belamours). Of agonizing monologue, pictures of nirvanic garden draw near as woes and wounds no longer sew the mist of crestfallen into my epistle. Discerning back how bygone labyrinth washed me adrift from bliss and warmth, now shall I roll the dice to stomach solace and forsaken ties that longs for my touch of presence, devolve my bare feet to the floor of lovesome devotion and embrace, and shrink afield into the corner of warm paradise instead of cold dudgeons.

(RIPPED APART.)
SIGNED, EASTHER YANG.
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         beginning of mirth cherry season,
              ✽ . .  idyllic rosy fascination!

[august, 1998: weaving tapestry of language to weave allusions merriment to create euphonious rhythms.] in pixy land, every spirit worships impeccable destiny even encouraging the unfolding hubbub of amour. delicate sparkling enchantments are harmoniously and poetically arranged. humming echoes entice the blossoming flowers and tantalising rosy glistening cherries.

skilfully embracing extraordinary essence with literary voyage journal exuding confidence to challenge tidings disrepute, “she—eternal magnanimity that destroys disreputation with script note of fate spreading hope regarding the support croneyism to create fame and bequeath an accurate unanimous environment.”

consecrated! ── ✾

         silhouette symbolises beauty        
         endowed by the lunar hence
          crowned as celestial lassie,
                       @vminju.
        

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Entangled in a perpetual abyss wherefore the outlines of fidelity fade into an imperceptible dusk. Apiece of stride taken seems to be like a trip-up, albeit the erst esplanade coincided distinct and for the time being, it evanesces into an unfathomable chasm. Anguished for a balefire or hail, yet the mighty hollowness dispatches various mourn. Hence, @Haruxto, an incessant companion whilst erodes trance and harbors an abiding solicitude of being out with retrieval.

The sinister murk perseveres, rummaging around thwart for the avant-garde of the unknown and cryptic pitches wherein the longings of being unearthed look steadily more unattainable.
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♥︎ powered by. peppy @awonyoung ♥︎ *roll-it-out!* ..
subculture known as gothic that represents a sombre and contemplative style among the shadows & whispers. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⌨️ ㅤ ㅤ ͚⠀

goth culture which has its origins in
the late 1970s, has developed into
a complex web of literature, music,
fashion and art : with influences from
the fantastical, macabre and
romantic. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 𓈒🦷🫀

༺ frequently wear clothing embellished with fishnets, spikes, leather nd black lace as an external manifestation of their inner turmoil and obsession with the macabre beauty of life and death. beyond its visually arresting exterior, fosters a deep sense of uniqueness and nonconformity—encouraging reflection and investigation of the darker facets of the human psyche. ❥ ⑅˚🩸、

| o! lyrics which explore themes of
| existential lost love and
| strike a deep chord with those
| who find comfort in the gloomy
| tunes & eerie vocals. ´ཀ` ♡

Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? 🫀

When the beat no longer charts its steady course, and life's last breath departs with muted force, does sorrow linger in the silent expanse, where once the heart embraced both joy and chance?

Though the chambers’ movement finds its end, and @tomiokamayi, the soul in quietude does blend, Can the trace of longing’s tender plea, endure where once the heart did fervently be?

           ✉️ :      ㅤㅤㅤ Oct, 2017.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( the air is blushing in color, 05th. ) 🌅

birds chirped their last songs of the day, their melodies mingling with the whispering breeze. the air was warm and fragrant, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of a tranquil evening. the world seemed to pause, entranced by the sky's dramatic performance.

"my world is painted with the delicate colors of twilight, where the horizon glows with a serene radiance."

the warmth of the sun down on her skin, the laughter shared with loved ones—each memory was a thread in the intricate fabric of her life. these moments, though fleeting, carried a weight of significance that she cherished deeply.

✶ DROWNING IN THE EVENTIDE, @yesew ✶

ㅤㅤ    
ㅤㅤ     unveiling the splendor
ㅤㅤ    of companionship : 1988 ✱
 
﹙𝒊.﹚ soft light weaving through the early mist, like a murmured vow. sunbeams pirouetting through the windowpane. 𓇼📠

────── a world draped in the tender radiance of origins,
we converse in glances,
our words mere reverberations. tracing the contours of something unuttered yet luminous @waneul.

ㅤㅤ    “0.6   :  monologue.”

ㅤㅤ there’s a rhythm in the way we connect with others, each conversation a delicate harmony of shared thoughts and unspoken feelings. we’ve always known what our hearts were trying to tell us, but it’s only now, in the light of day, that the truth begins to shine through. 𔘓

ㅤㅤ    ㅤㅤ    

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪.ㅤㅤ in the stillness of the nightㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwhen the world is quiet ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤand the only sound is the ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwhisper of the windㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ a profound realization ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ strikes me

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤwith an almost ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunbearable weight


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ "I need a lot of friends."


the darkness seems to magnify this stark truth, and as i lie awake, thoughts swirl through my mind, echoing the empty spaces where laughter and companionship should reside.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

ㅤ ㅤ.𖥔 ݁ ꒰ would you consider
ㅤ being her friend? @deanielle 🫀꒱

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ❲ UNVEIL THE CELESTIAL MAGIC
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOF MONOCHROME ❳

ㅤ 🎶 ‣ㅤㅤㅤㅤ DRIPㅤㅤ VOL II
ㅤㅤ──────────────────────

ㅤStep into a universe where simplicity
ㅤmeets elegance. As a devoted designer
ㅤof monochromatic themes, I revel in
ㅤtransforming modest concepts into
ㅤsplendid realities. Imagine the timeless
ㅤallure of black, white, and every shade
ㅤof gray, harmoniously united to create
ㅤsomething truly captivating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜Like stars in the night sky
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜Element shines with unique brilliance
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜Whether thou seekest an elegant,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜A bewitching emblem, or other undertaking
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜Blend creativity with precision to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ｜Bring you vision star to life.

ㅤ “Let’s make your monochrome dreams
ㅤ as luminous as the stars. Behold the
ㅤ celestial beauty of monochrome.”

ㅤ﹙Monochrome Melodic, @jiyoonl.﹚
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Written in sanity, ⓘ Glory Night.

We are but a passing shadow, a brief candle in the world. Our lives are a mere tale, told by an unknown narrator, full of sound and fury, yet signifying nothing. And yet, in this brief moment, we have the power to create something. To leave a mark on the world, however small it may be. With that newfound realization, I set aside my melancholy thoughts and turned my attention to the task at hand. With a plan in hand, I began to put ink to paper, hoping to create something just as timeless and beautiful as the book I had just read. And so, I extend this paper, with open arms and an open heart, seeking to forge a bond that will stand the test of time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤSincere, @Rikki.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGloomy corridor, backward-ticking clock, shadows twist unnervingly.

is alive with its own peculiarities—chairs with legs that waver like liquid, and tables that whisper of conversations held long before you arrived. each room, a distorted echo of another place, seems to exist on the cusp of revelation and madness.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
                    ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ
dimly lit corridor where the drapes of crimson velvet sway like blood-stained whispers, time fractures into mournful echoes. the ancient floorboards creak underfoot, while @Daioxun a somber clock ticks with a chilling irregularity, its hands moving backward as shadowy figures, with eyes like burning embers, drift silently through the gloom. 🪬

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          I.E  ───  Ascend: “CONCORD TRAPPER”
               ( 0:00 ) Roving In Search of Pleasure

YEARN TO BRING FORTH MATES   (..)   &'   Faithful
──────────────────────   ⓘ   (True Blue)

Solitude leads him into outright silence. In the dusk of the witching hour, he was pensive without anyone to talk to. Whispering to the moon, “Will desolation shlep along me forever?” However, when the dawn showed its presence, a resplendent light penetrated his obsidian soul and embraced him to get out of his comfort zone hence start looking for comrades

     ( Solidarnost ─── VOL. II ⓘ )  :  Take in Relation Sights

    Chatting with cohorts will phase out the silence
    thus has been nesting deep in his marrow for a
    long occasion. To build favorable camaraderie:
    Accord Through─Gratifying Converse Is Needed

[DISCERN ALTRUISM IN DEVOTION: @EJUNGHWAN AMENABLE TO DIVIDE WITH THE JOYS IN UNISON.]

ㅤㅤ
PLEASE, RELEASE MY SOUL;
UNVEIL THE PATH TO LIBERATION.

Fortifying my sanctuary, I seal my ears and veil my vision; shielding myself from beholding the disastrous collapse. A perplexing loneliness enshrouds the mind, which hath burst under the burden of sorrow that leads not to joy. It exerts a fatal pressure, ensnaring me with ease in the fetters of misanthropic despair. I roam through a bleak, colorless realm, seeking a way to breach this prison.

THE STAR-FLESHED ORBS
&. I, RETURNED

Mirthful dynamite hath at last erupted, leaving behind wondrous effects and signaling the demise of my solitude. Harken unto the mighty clamor resounding joyously beneath the echoes of my laughter, heralding the advent of long-awaited companions to dwell within my domain: @Gunwoook. Your presence is neither an apocalypse, nor denouement.

Mistwood Vale, 1972.
— One certain miracle.
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i eulogize the slow–ode about a platter of rosewood, defiled and ruffled streets, sundry misfortune betide: michigan alley on 2008. recorded as we cross swords— against the river of mischiefs and romance cornered in labyrinthine of ended season.

piled by vines & herbs: in the sealed–lighted records. the broken anthem, the resting grace of @hyeswon! 𖹭

✵ trencher of ripe berries and glass of champagne, the wordless moonlit calls me by its lantern of ardor. “listen to the secrecy of aftermath.” the rising verdure inside the sonnet i letter, at threshold of the sapphire waves and the lakeshore, on tufted cobblestone. underneath the showering rain, romance over the birds bath and the fountain lodged in michigan twenty-fourth.

🪩 | beyond my pipe dream and mistaken promises, i’m stepping on fallen amber leaves. almost dwelling the wooden bench in the middle of innocent-like hamlet. ౨ৎ