[] ᗩᗪᗩ YᗩᑎG GEᒪᗩᑭ ᑎIᕼ! ᗩᑭᗩ Tᑌᕼ? IᑎᗪOᑎEᔕIᗩ~

Malam, Galaxiers budiman! Semoga hari ini kalian semua dalam keadaan yang lebih baik dan siap untuk keep up dengan berita terkini, yah. Balik lagi bersama tampilan Galaxy Base yang diubah karena ada isu yang harus disebarkan lebih luas lagi untuk semua yang menetap di channel ini. Tentu saja diusahakan dengan bahasa bayi karena semua berhak paham supaya nggak ikutan asal nenteng spanduk mendukung pengesahan RUU TNI padahal plonga-plongo soal konten spanduk yang ditenteng.

• Utas yang bisa kalian akses supaya paham asal muasal isu ini: https://x.com/neohistoria_id/status/1902066200387158220?t=AeTxlPIrWCcwr3ssSZkWHQ&s=19

• Berita mengenai RUU TNI yang sudah disahkan dan disetujui oleh DPR tadi pagi: https://x.com/NarasiNewsroom/status/1902567975582134718?t=jyxgZU0OxsfiUhKGiaWNdA&s=19

• Beberapa poin penting mengenai mengapa RUU TNI ini bisa berdampak terhadap semua lapisan masyarakat, khususnya perempuan: https://x.com/wandarxn/status/1902031506576683412?t=bDxCoLERvMgo9Tv0z5sEbw&s=19

Untuk berita lainnya bisa diakses melalui akun yang sudah kami tautkan disini ya, Galaxiers. Sebagai kaum melek teknologi yang 'chronically online', jangan capek buat scroll sosmed dan perbanyak informasi soal isu ini!

Sudah ada banyak juga berita mengenai aksi demo yang terjadi di berbagai kota-kota Indonesia saat ini, apabila ada salah satu maupun salah dua dari kalian yang turun untuk ikut aksi, jangan lupa untuk selalu jaga diri baik-baik.

Few hashtags we could use to raise the awareness this time:
#TolakRUUTNI
#IndonesiaGelap
#PeringatanDarurat
#TolakDwifungsiABRI

[] Sama seperti sebelumnya, beberapa akun yang bisa Galaxiers pantengin lebih lanjut untuk perkembangan kondisi yang tengah terjadi bisa dilihat disini ya. Beberapa tambahan akun lain:

1. @.barengwarga (https://x.com/barengwarga)
2. @.nakaharadz (https://x.com/nakaharadz)
3. @.jorgianaaa (https://x.com/jorgianaaa)

Kecil setitik perlahan menjadi bukit, jadi yuk kita sebarkan terus isu ini dan perluas wawasan kita! Jangan biarkan histori kelam terulang kembali dan merenggut kehidupan kita yang seharusnya masih panjang di bumi pertiwi ini.

[] Semangat yang masih puasa ya, semoga dzolim kita semua di bulan penuh berkah ini bisa diberikan jalan terbaik. Semangat juga yang puasa dan pantang menjelang Paskah, semoga doa-doa kita dan segala ibadah kita bisa diterima dan diberikan jalan yang terbaik.

Heran ya lagian, harus banget nyari geger di bulan-bulan begini...? Emang anjlok semua itu akal sehat sama moral yang punya kuasa. 🙂‍↔️

[] Disclaimer akhir dari kami, sama seperti gerakan pada isu sebelumnya. Tampilan kanal untuk beberapa waktu ke depan akan menggunakan foto terlampir, jadi apabila ada yang merasa tidak berkenan, silahkan berhenti berlangganan. We've made the decision to use our platform as best as we could, so we won't act as if we're sorry for what we've chosen. Spread the words, spread the knowledge!

Best regards,
Galaxy Base.

Good morning, Galaxiers! Anyone up for Friends Finder?

Good morning to all of you, I hope you had a decent rest last night. Let's start the Friends Finder session, shall we? As usual, no foreign languages/characters/symbols/phrases please. Find me on my station I put on the description box!

[] And if you haven't, let's educate ourselves and take some moment to doomscroll our social medias for more information about our country. Akun @.barengwarga upload banyak banget soal kekerasan aparat kepada para demonstran, I'll stitch up some for you later too.

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Take it all, a lover’s psalm. For it terms a gentle slaughter of sacrifice. I offer you my burned throat. Bare and thumping, and you bite me down as if a prayer you mean to undo. (@TONGMXUAN.)
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“I wonder where the shattered tranquility goes?”

The phrases kept wandering inside my stillness of mind, wanting to escape from their intricacy through a camaraderie tinted in-between companions. Beneath the cordial atmosphere, we could have ourselves immersed in a discussion of desirable topics chanted by two. Therefore, would you mind coming over to be in a joyous moment altogether? Side by side, we’ll see beauty in the vast sky and in the tiny thing that brings a smile. The daisies dance in the breeze just beyond these walls, calling for us. Life is too short to go for it all alone. So if you're willing to take a chance on me, I promise that hand in hand, we can weave something beautiful and enduring: a friendship that will stand the test of time.

Sincerely, @Hyeekyo.
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@CHAIXONG, THE ONE WHO HOLDS THE WEIGHT OF YOUR QUIET. / I kissed the scar along your spine. Felt the way your breath stuttered beneath my touch, the shallow rise and fall of your chest when the quiet pressed too hard. My hands brushed over the bruise beneath your ribs, the trembling in your pulse. You don’t speak—don’t need to—because I’ve memorized the weight of your silence, the sharpness in your gaze when the night feels too long. I’ve felt the echo of your heartbeat through the thin skin of your wrist, chased the flicker behind your eyes when you’re too tired to stay whole. And still, I’m here. Tracing the fault lines beneath your skin, breathing in the salt of your quiet unraveling. Holding the pieces even as they slip between my fingers.
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THE ELOQUENT HUM OF DESIRE, YOU ARE NOT A WRITER, BUT THE SILENT MELODY. (&) / YOU ARE STILL FORMING, NOT YET FORGED (@JEEMINK)

In the stillness of night, where the heavens stretch endlessly, a silver crescent reigns above—a quiet sentinel. The stars, like delicate whispers, flicker in their celestial dance, tracing forgotten paths across the darkened canvas. And there, upon a lone bench, you sit—an observer of the quiet chaos, your gaze distant yet sharply attuned to the pulse of your own yearning. Your heart writes in silence, crafting words no one else can hear. Dreams and hopes carve through your chest, only to be tempered by the sharp sting of solitude. Your desires, unfulfilled, hang suspended in the air like half-spoken promises.

A red-letter emerges, bold and certain: a binding of wishes, tender and restless, woven from the very fabric of longing. The ink flows, soft yet unyielding, as your thoughts spill freely onto the page. A quiet chant rises, barely audible but persistent—a melody of desire, humming with the pulse of what is yet to come. It reverberates through the air, gathering in ripples that extend beyond words, capturing the essence of a wish held too long.

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@YOONZ: You have given me a reason to finally find my purpose in life, hoping you'll regret and see how devoted I was, faithful enough for you to have trusted me. I fear you were aware of the abuse, though I admit I was a fool for you, revolving my whole life around you. Now, I'll have to endure grief, trying to let go of the past and the discomfort that lives inside me, filled with lies - A NEVER-ENDING BURDEN ON MY SHOULDERS. After all the pain I've suffered, I've been forgiven, but staying with you was the worst part of my life. Oh, to be loved and not abused, to be understood and heard, seems impossible nowadays without having to suffer first, doesn't it?
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      ”DELICATE THE ETHEREAL WORLD..”
        IN THE CERULEAN CLOUDS SEEMS TO BEAR.

Soothing presence serves as a poignant
reminder of the transience of epoch gratitude
for The Moments That Have Silently Rewrite.
Envelops the cosmos to sacred the ether' Connecting Happiness Within the core of the
soul as a vibrant ever-thriving flame.
Warmth momentarily calmness an essence
words can encapsulate an overwhelming
sense of serenity pervades as though one is hallowed space of remembrance, evoking the ephemeral bliss once illuminated the days,
imprints in the fabric of ceaseless time
&. within the adorned mind's fertile.

(SWADDLED; ‘&.) MEMORY RECESSES @WCONYOUNG ONWARD SOUGHT A SAVOR HUMBLES.
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ㅤㅤ ༺𔕙༻ㅤ ✽ㅤ * Beneath Golden—ㅤ ૂ𓋼 ..
(0.00*}ㅤ ♪ · ˚⁠ ㅤEmbrace of sunlight that caresses horizon, she treads softly; (. 💧🪷 “Allowing velvety grains of sand..” &. To whisper warmth against her bare fee.ㅤ 𓎅𝄚𝅥 ㅤ˙ ㅤ𝅄

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(I am not the prodigal daughter, @Heavenism.) I do not seek redemption, nor do I return. I was never the one to turn my back on what was right, but I always knew that what was right would never hold me. Oh, how I’ve been bound by a hand that seeks only to tear? She has blessed me with nothing but agony, and I have accepted it as my own. But I offered what remained. / And still. / Nothing was enough. I kneel, not in reverence, but in defiance. I let Her strip me bare, let Her carve Her judgment into my skin. Her hands do not falter, nor does Her hunger wane. I am neither Her child nor Her forsaken, I am merely what She leaves in ruin. And still, I kneel. / Not to worship. / Not to pray. But to offer what remain is left.
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(MY TORMENT NEVER DIES.): I won't dry-rot the despair that I had inwards. / COULD YOU AGREE?

My broken heart did not determine the deep-rooted sense of misfortunes I lived with, amongst the souls made me bounce in an impossible felt of guilt, until my rebellious heart was engulfed and then eaten raw. I might miserable to clasp the bogus warmth, it whole forlorn. How could I live with such uncertain tranquillity? I ought received a sides and prostrate myself to be fulfilled and blown as Black-Goat did afore. (Been Seen The Demise Burns) / I merely embosom my firm of phases.

IT DRAWS MY DEATH, @SOOINKlM.

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Memory as my pining palms. Wine and psalms beneath the back of an old lover's atonement. I touch the space enclosed in our mounting and I make peace that only these lips can live well with your living. No one touches your bones the way I immortalize your spine: hot, restless, resisting. I mean that it's mine, and don't you understand?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your lovers has to hold me first in order to know you. These lovers has to kill me thrice in order to keep you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎Memory as the fine
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ atonement of a ( claw-
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ curling awe-gripping )
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ memory apart from grief.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ A sin too young to filth,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mud so thick I flinch. 👁️‍🗨️

With a blood so mean, I wish that would choke.
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HAUNT ME UNTIL THE NIGHTMARES FEEL LIKE HOME. / (@EUNCHAES.)

Linger in the hollow corridors of my mind, Let your shadow stain the walls I once called my own. Carve your name into the marrow of my being so even in ruin, I will not forget. 

Drag me through the echoes of what we were.
Through the whispers that gnaw at my bones,
Through the empty spaces where your voice once lived, 
Until the silence no longer feels like loss. 

Turn my dreams into a graveyard of memories─‌─ Bury me beneath the weight of what remains and let your presence seep into every darkened corner until I can no longer tell where you end and I begin. 
And when the night comes, as it always does, wrap around me like a ghost I no longer fear. 
Let me sink into the abyss of you, 
Until the nightmares feel like home.
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My hands are all crimson-stained by the pomegranates. I devoured hungrily, seeds to other seeds, nibbling on something forbidden. It smears upon my clean cloth, and I perceive myself as tainted as if I am no longer / pristine / unripe as the offerings to the filthy ground. My tongue is desiring more leaps of faith between wound and sorrow that herd me inside the hollow. Nonetheless, once bitten, and it was all withered to death while I am still latching on to the prayers. Will I ever pick up the scattering seeds?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 ℱ𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝒜𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ echoes of a forsaken heaven.

in the depths of an abandoned cathedral, where fractured moonlight seeped through shattered stained glass, a celestial lament whispered through the hollow halls. time had forsaken this sanctum, yet the remnants of divinity lingered feathers strewn upon the marbled floor, their once-lustrous sheen dulled by sorrow. a lone figure knelt beneath the cavernous vault, her silhouette carved against the dim glow of waning twilight. her wings, tattered and marred by fate’s cruel design, quivered in silent agony. the air, thick with the scent of rain and ash, bore witness to a love lost between divinity and ruin.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ㅤ   beneath the weeping heavens, an angel
ㅤmourned in the cradle of decay: @ljisu. 🫀🪽
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