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The lights are dim, the stage breathes, and all that's left is one voice—yours. We’re setting the stage for a BOO SEUNGKWAN ONLY to join PAGUYUBAN, and the final spotlight seeks its rightful star. This isn’t just a casting call. It’s a summons for those who feel music in their bones and presence in their core.

(Notice) If you’ve ever longed to be part of something that feels like a final encore every time we gather—this is your opening cue and make sure you understand how the paguyuban system works.
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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, @TheEldraeth, @TheNorbury, @Tyunthera, and @TheVentresca 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, @TheFinches @Sooreviel @fimesse @TheZachruelle 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.

maav alay, ayo hype aku owell!!