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Painting the corner of a little bit of crooked lullaby, as if it’s wavering across pulsating Late-Night rerun.
A frequency bleed to lopsided:

𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁
𝙆𝙄𝙈 𝙒𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙃𝘼𝙆’𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂
𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏!

The garlands and confetti is
shimmering the unwrapping
renewal to 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴,
#Woonhak19thScene where
magnetic speakers lived on
untouched loops. 📺

A MEMORY LIT REVERLY BURSTED THROUGH A MILESTONE fondant ribbons layering within dulled hazes:
(“Tick From the Wall clock
manufacturing the repetitive
Symphony amongst 𝙉𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙞𝙘
neighborhoods.”)
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Tonight feels like the world finally slowed down for a second. Paris is usually loud and busy, but somehow the late night makes everything softer the lights, the wind, even the noise. Caldune's Dohoon heading to the Eiffel with Clardforge's Youngjae and we’re staying out for the whole night, not because there’s anything to prove, but because it just feels right to be here. We’re talking about life, about memories, about random stuff that doesn’t make sense but still makes us laugh. It’s one of those nights where time doesn’t exist and nothing else matters. I hope you’re spending a fun late night together as were too ♡

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❋•⊱..

(𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘗𝘏𝘐𝘊 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚) 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘.
𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 ──────────────────

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❋•⊱..

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞,
𝑀𝑦𝑡ℎ 𝑂𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟.

Curtain of sweet-toned tunes eternally arouse. ‘Twas permitting eternal placidness to embrace an olympian timelessness. Oh, there! Those miracles begin to blossom. From womb of silent quietness, flower-buds, come to stir the bonds whose have held captive all-night. Canorous euphony whose pierced dimensions, placing all souls still in idyllic silhouettes to move towards the luminescence and pure brightness. Flower-head stand to become messengers whose scatter seeds of blitheness to all corners touched by unending sacredness.
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