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𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘚 ✶
An ode of a quiet poetry of souls that
brush against each other.

Soundscape built from longing, restraint, and quiet intimacy. It's the sound of recognizing someone with your heart, even if your paths only crossed once.

Each Chord Is A Step Closer
To The Edge Of A Moment
ㅤܢ𑁯ㅤׅ 🃏 promise painted in blue
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
᠅ The Star Chapter: Together ५.
"BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS"

In a world where the spell is broken,
We're beautiful strangers. 𖥔
(http://youtu.be/IcwHopeT5gY)

Some of the most beautiful connections are the ones that come and go like a passing light. Then, let's etch those moments by cherish each second of it.

TUNE ᠅ Spotify
IT IN Apple Music

Let it teach you that love, understanding, and connection don't always need names, or longevity. Sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that never had a beginning or an ending.

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      ♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁

─── I. Once, the rain changed its
            mind. Only the hush of wind
            remained and tiny footsteps
            along an old wooden hall,
            delivering a letter from beneath
            the stairs. 💌

✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @Myldemoor love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.

                                  In the hush of silence,
                     something wordless lingered,
                              🏠🐻‍❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.

      ♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁

─── I. Once, the rain changed its
            mind. Only the hush of wind
            remained and tiny footsteps
            along an old wooden hall,
            delivering a letter from beneath
            the stairs. 💌

✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie &, @ZhouSeason love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.

                                  In the hush of silence,
                     something wordless lingered,
                              🏠🐻‍❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.