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HALF RETURN: (2026) /
Final Season of The Lovers.

Close your eyes, three clicks and you’ll be home.

Amidst the chaos of life, it does seem like Malikhia Alyish, Dialtes Schuster, Aimars Sigi, Jecward Walston, Jaaz Elmir, Ellian Drevane, Khailo Bensaïd, Moreo Hayworth, Julther Ashford, Judd Hirsch Gallagher have finally found their own purpose of life after all. Ready to embrace the beautiful mess of existence, they are finally leaving this village. The journey of theirs is beyond touching as it consists of love, loss, and the relentless march toward an uncertain finale. Thousand well wishes, hopes, and prayers from us will go to wherever you go. 🤎
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SEASON TWO: POST-CREDITS.
FINAL EPISODEㅤ𝈺ㅤ2025.

To the hand that once reached out and found mine, now left holding only air. To the quiet spot where your shadow used to fall: Keenan Erikkson, Beverly Grace, & Shamira Ann.

You weren’t in front of the camera, but you were part of every scene. Behind the scenes, you held everything together with care and heart. And now, as the credits roll and we go our separate ways, just know: what you gave won’t be forgotten. Not ever. Wherever you go next, take our thanks with you and a piece of this story that will always be yours.
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“Reign of Lies: Fire Within”
Season Two — The Curtain Closes

To everyone who stayed until the last scene, laughed with us, cried with us, and held on even when the story got quiet—thank you. You made this real.

This might be the end of our second series, but it’s far from goodbye. Your support turned ideas into moments and moments into memories. Every frame we made carried a piece of you in it and we are truly grateful for that. Now, as the lights dim and the screen fades to black, we’re already looking ahead. Season Three is coming; new stories, new faces, but still the same heart. Let’s meet there again, where our journey continues.

With all our thanks,
Long Pages’ Team.
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       (HALCYON OF LOVE.) MY HANDS KNIT:
LIKE A SOUL MISSES YOUR TOUCH.

“How do you interpret my voice when
it is soars you the golden-tone love?”

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         Far and long wander, is there a path
that can be crossed between the
young adoration that we experienced?

         One feels bliss, the other immersed in
the white lie. Both of them feel the
illusion carved into a dream. From
pair souls who yearn for affection, one
to another, and attract each reason to
unravel the secrets of life.
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ㅤㅤㅤ           The Last Letter Ever Sealed:
ㅤㅤㅤ         From My Before To Your After.

ㅤㅤㅤ  This feeling is exactly where it belongs,
ㅤㅤㅤ  like groping for  a  familiar shape in the
ㅤㅤㅤ  night.  My  body claimed you before my
ㅤㅤㅤ  mind  had  the  strength  to deny it, and
ㅤㅤㅤ  that  is  how  your  answer came to me. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ          LOVE ME LIKE I WAS THE END
ㅤㅤㅤ          OF   TIME   AND  THE   CLOAK
ㅤㅤㅤ          YOU  WERE MEANT TO  HAVE.

ㅤㅤㅤ  Could  it  have  been you, waiting where
ㅤㅤㅤ  my   thoughts   never   dared   to  roam?
ㅤㅤㅤ  How  did  you   become  something  my
ㅤㅤㅤ  sacred    heart  recognized   before   my
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ㅤㅤㅤI wonder if you ever feel it too, that all
ㅤㅤㅤthings fade and certainty is an illusion.
ㅤㅤㅤYet my essence aches for you still as if,
ㅤㅤㅤsomehow, a lifetime could exist within
ㅤㅤㅤa single breath. PAGE-ONE: (Still Yours.)

If you were here, I suppose even my thoughts would lower their voices, and my silence would be the truest thing I could offer. Perhaps not a single sentence. Perhaps nothing would dare to build. Because language, for all its precision, cannot embody what I desire. When our twenty-fifth chapter comes alive, will I see you reflected in everything I once believed was mine alone? Even so, I continue to paint these thoughts into offerings, knowing deeply they might touch you in the way they wish. Thus is the final impossibility I surrender. That to love you is not to be understood, nor reciprocated, nor entirely realized, simply nothing more than to endure.

The light diminishes from the scene as though a secret retreats from reckless lips, and everything becomes more honest in the half-light. How I cannot refuse it, this familiarity that leads me to bring you everywhere I go. Here is what I can tell you: being in love as the poets do not flaunt it, neither longing the faithful declare it, but something true, more present within and around myself. For in a life so often dominated by fate and dreary repetition, by feeling so intensely, so irrationally, is perhaps the only evidence that I have not yet been turned to stone. Against all odds, you still liberate me without end, and I let it be known.

ㅤㅤㅤTHE THEORY OF US IN AFTERTHOUGHT:
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ A QUESTION THAT ONLY YOUR
ㅤㅤㅤ EXISTENCE COULD ANSWER.

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CHAPTER ONE : THE APEX LOVE.
TO BE REMEMBERED, BEFORE ITS END.


Scraped by countless borders, the line in
our story has a sequence. Bounded one
to another, marked by moments, and will
be embedded with a wander of sentiment.
Not to paint its pseudo-image of love, yet
to illustrate the whole.


AN OATH COMPOSED OF A SHEET
DEVOTION INTO A RHYME.
“Between two expressions, two souls—
... and two blend languages.”


(I.) BLUEPRINT GUIDELINES. Each feeling has a direction; rules that are implicitly spoken or unspoken, some of which will lead you before reaching the final story.

(II.) THE RATECARD OF SERVICES. Inscribed in a word of secret, one for all admirer, for what is endured and sacrificed. The part of blessing that is conveyed for.

(III.) APPLICATION TO COMPLETE. To be inherited, written a longed-for adoration. Hold a quill with entire hope, towards the eternity which ever thought.

(IV.) ARTISTRY IN SHAPES. From what has been illustrated into a reality that grant excitement amidst chance that may only be buried; it will be fulfilled when their tanks are full of ardour.

(V.) POSTCARD TO HONOR. A scream to be remembered, these memoirs provide billets-doux filled with lantern souls, to remind you of love’s existence and its eternal honour.

(VI.) KEEPSAKE BEARER.  What is unseen does not necessarily have little meaning; like feelings that are continually suppressed and forced to be expressed, there is a purity hidden.


“Schemed A Sacred Love, Which Is
White And Scratches Out The Bitterness
That Swirls Between The Tables Of Fate.”

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