They were supposed to be loud tonight. ★🎶

Meet our trio of vocalists, Shien's Hanni hummed under their breath, so soft it almost disappeared, while Scalden's Sullyoon stared at her phone as if the outside world had more gravity than the one they built together. Sommer's Jingxiang kept his eyes closed, lips moving faintly, rehearsing words that might never be spoken aloud.

Across the room, triad of guitarists carried their own quiet. Clyborne's Taesan held their guitar like something fragile, almost breathing with it. Sveic's Anton tapped a rhythm against the floor, fingers restless, unwilling to let go of the sound. The last, Geldart's Ohyul let out a small, private laugh—like a melody only they could hear. a lone drummer, Eryndor's Jiho Hands resting on his knees, as if trying to remember the feeling of impact, of echoes bouncing back to him. Last, the quiet eye behind it all—the director. Behind the camera, Scalden's Yuma watched them 👀 —not with urgency, not with pressure, but with quiet understanding. As if this moment, this fragile stillness, was just as important as the performance itself. 

Eight souls stitched together by sound. And yet, they sat in silence like a band that had forgotten how to breathe. The stage lights were off, leaving only a dim spill of light from the hallway creeping into the room. Sweat still clung to their skin, but the music had already slipped away.

It started as one of those quiet park mornings soft sunlight, fresh air, and no real plans. I stayed behind the camera, just capturing everything as it naturally happened. Mertzlan’s Gawon sat under the tree, looking calm like she belonged to the moment, while Lorth’s Anxin stood casually, effortless in his own way. Diaz’s Liz blended beautifully with the greenery, and Heisenbërg’s Carmen looked like she was just enjoying her own little world on the grass. Not far away, Gritner’s Ni-Ki moved around with endless energy, while Heisenbërg’s Keen kept things simple, just standing there like the city behind him was part of his scene.

Eryndor’s Soha smiled softly at the camera, Heisenbërg’s Wonyoung played with the sunlight like she knew exactly how to catch it, and Caelthwynn’s Leehan leaned quietly by the tree, looking like part of a natural photoshoot. Eldraeth’s Jiwoo had that calm, composed presence, while Myldemoor’s Minji felt soft and peaceful, like the morning itself. And Heisenbërg’s Anton stood there effortlessly, like he didn’t even need to try. No one really planned anything we just took turns, laughed, posed a little, and enjoyed the park. It was simple, just a slow morning together, but somehow it felt like the kind of moment you’d keep for a long time.🍀🫧

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The afternoon unfolded like a soft pastel dream, where sunlight draped itself gently over the quiet little café tucked between blooming corners of the street. Hesserhine's Ruohan was the first to arrive, smiling as if she had been waiting for this moment all week. Soon after, Liesbon's Ruohan slipped into the seat across from her, cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth outside, bringing with her a light laughter that made everything feel instantly brighter. Eryndor's Ruohan and Soigne's Shen Yue arrived together, quickly approaching the delicate pastries displayed by the counter as if they had already decided to try everything.

They spent the afternoon wrapped in gentle conversations, the clink of porcelain cups blending with their laughter. Sweet drinks tinted in shades of pink and cream sat prettily on the table, untouched at times because their stories felt more important. Outside the café, there was a small flower shop, and without hesitation, the four girls wandered over, choosing bouquets that somehow reflected each of them: soft roses, pink peonies, colorful gerberas, and fresh tulips that would soon scatter like memories in this afternoon.
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