𖤝 ࣪˖ ୨୧ Among each intermediate step, the cold and far-off woods grew harsher and slender with thick stands of pine. Everyone who witnessed the path at that moment had their minds diverged where it met its trees and shrubs. It's hazardous to comprehend which way to turn or which leftwards to go; it's frightening. The whisper entangles the previous one especially when it emerges. The light returned, a blue light that occurred to exemplify the way that should be chosen to seize. Nevertheless, now that the six girls acknowledged it, they eventually realized it wasn't a fiction and the blue light was always meant to emphasize their beliefs rather than the two they should withstand. They won't be misled any longer; instead, they will embrace their belief wherever it may lead them, taking every step with the auxiliary courage required to reach the light they have been seeking. The wilderness is growing darker and colder, and the creature is whispering uncontrollably. Enamor everyone as though testamentary, thereupon her taintless quintessence becomes apparent with distinguishable. They have now changed the paradigm in their–lives, one that will endure with the endeavor of retrieving the light. All anecdotes begin with an uncertain beginning and their pilgrimage governs them to a story that brings into the world no edge, an ‘Tis incredibly protracted pilgrimage and fantasy in their civilization. A light they recognize and refer to as one that always inspires hope and a better future. Dawn and as they have now entered the New Chapter, this marks something of a new beginning, 𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘.
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۪ ۫❁. ۫ 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

I remember when she abandoned us, she didn't wish for it but she had to go. We often sneak up to convene her, step by step we don't want to be away from her, we want her to belong with us, and we neglect our obligations. We ran after her, and ended up making a several fortunes.

In a moment I will take you to a time when everything turns white, white like a white rose at a funeral.
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Today is the anniversary of our two years together, one year and two years passed. We want to say thank you for every support and lots of love you give to us. Thank you for patiently waiting for us and always welcoming us warmly. We really appreciate it and we are very happy about it, every little thing you all do, we really grateful for it. Hopefully, on this good day, good wishes will also come true. There are several letters from us and here they are, please read this carefully. Thank you!

Abundant love, @Yfrienade.
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The old memories is unhooked...

This is a story, about how love can make you feel happy and broken in the same time.

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Ꮠ.. Remembrances amidst ourselves memories about each other, where we embraced and cherished each other with utmost devotion, yet isn't there any meaning beyond this sentience anymore, where we once became wholly on those epochs? Nevertheless, remember when I said, "Everything turns white, just like the white roses at the funeral." It's not really the chronicle of an entity that left us behind, it's a chronicle about the lassies who never be alive if one of the 6 not in the same sphere with them. Yet, we decided to make an unfathomable decision, to cross those dimension voids, to become whole again, with our dearest part of the 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 subsequently.

❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵? ❞
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۪۪ ۫❁. ۫ Manufactured using the incandescence of nirvana conjointly philanthropy against entire thorough the campestral. Schmaltz of the past several years can still be drawn–out in the consciousness of the mortal who sanctioned sweeping. It was akin to a phantasm that didn't want to be reciprocated. How could it not? Burghal that was erstwhile a nonviolent dwelling suddenly metamorphose a bloodbath breadth of the circumforaneous commonwealth. Succinctly, benevolence and solicitous are enduring peculiarity that is spontaneously hammered. Established descending through voluminous-grandmothers to prodigious-grandchildren: The surroundings also have an encounter on anthropological rationalizing. It's comprehensive, beyond repudiation.

ㅤㅤ𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐’ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚-𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚.

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Counseled by @Yfrienade, the headquarters where pixie goddesses are born. The inauguration will be ceremoniously synthetic on: November 29th, 2022 as a commodious day. Thy aggrandizement will never be versatile {#ChiefPhaseOfRenade}, we would like to supplication warmheartedness so that every–person will agglutinate into a percentage for jubilee amidst benevolently. Gratitude and indebtedness prolific plunder over the endeavor followed by @KlMLIP’s encourage for how her talent currate this exalted chivalric placard. For ineptitude, catechism or just obligation sustenance that may facing the surface please purview @RenadeBot the copacetic abettor have we're affording guidance as terrific as we can. This is where Renade will inaugurate their new pilgrimage and tale, wait for their entrance.

Enthusiastically, @Yfrienade.ㅤ
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𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝑼𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒚, “𝑳𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂.”

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𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔-𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆: 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
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Ꮠ.. Melody so tranquil o’ essence of the palter itself and entrancing produced a small light like a firefly that eventually became the only light and gave rise to even more light. The piano's chime melodies caused dust to fly, and as palms flowed across the black and white keys, a lovely illusion was created among the gray of realism. A girl in a white dress was as delicate like a fleur petals in the wind as the breeze caressed every strand of her hair, making her look even more soft than a goose feather in the cold. Pitch after pitch she connected into a melody and crafted a tale, a tale with a phrase about how she always strives to bring back something so treasured to her yells out to scream in silence telling with all her might through the notes on every key she touches, she morphs into a lantern.

‘Tis long-lost spring had finally appeared and the blossoms were blooming for the first time, giving rise to a warmth they had nearly passed over. They reach a point where they can say, “Together, this is where we ought to be and how we ought to behave.” In a forest so deep that not even the moonlight could be seen before they heard the tune. They build up a quandary piece by piece, trying to repair it with every tear that never stops phoning and dreaming. They were clearly aimed to walk to it through a little glimmer on the otherwise dark path. The six ladsie are the puzzle itself, they are all pieces that complete one another in this dark world. Despite everything that has happened, they never regret being together; the only thing they do regret is being split up for a split second over a whisper. Regardless of whether it is the black-truth or the white illusion, but now it is finished. Even then, only when they are together, will the sun rise over and over again and on endlessly.

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“PRISTINE BEAUTY COMES WITH A GLIMMER ON THE OTHERWISE DARK PATH. CELESTIAL BEING O’ HOLY SERAPH REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT IS THE BLACK-TRUTH OR THE WHITE ILLUSION, BUT NOW IT IS FINISHED.”
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