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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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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𖤝 ࣪˖ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲. ࣪˖ ☽

𓏲࣪˖ . ׁ໋ Her peaceful serenity and the melodic strains that blow from the atmosphere she created, the atmosphere is a very wonderful way to describe it. Like the twilight breeze and the evening breeze, she is frosty with her distinct demeanor. Everyone will be mesmerized by her dignity by her certainty, truly the harmonious and aerialist of every element that prevail. At every opportunity given by essence and the sky goddess from the many fairy tales of past endeavors, the most perfect depiction of her is illustrated.
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𖤝 ࣪˖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧. ࣪˖ ☽

𓏲࣪˖ . ׁ໋ A twig waves as the breeze caresses the branches, bringing symphony to the mutterings of each strand. A goddess is the source of all marvels among the wonders that nature affords. She is the nature's soul, a stunning, tranquil shade of green. She is the singular embodiment of elegance and sophistication, a soul that was once restless and fearful but is now tranquil and peaceful. Its leaves were no longer greeted by the wind, and the water that once flowed from its roots was drying up.
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