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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?”

...

         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
ㅤㅤㅤ  consciousness   could   measure   you? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LONG AFTER THE END, YOU AND I
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ KEPT ANSWERING EACH OTHER.

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I place all the phrases I once breathed like they were water, like they could rest on the paper without leaking, but they scatter themselves for me to remember. You told me to take the chair you had reserved, so I did. You told me it has a heartbeat, that it stains everything I lay my fingers on. Morning made itself known like it always does once the light warms the nooks of the room, as though tenderness were never too dense to lend. I cannot resist you any longer. I am devoted to you beyond reason or repair and without ever deciding to. Do you know it more deeply than reason allows, the way I do? Between one hour and the next, my thoughts keep returning to you even in unconsciousness. It is something different from the longing people try to define, yet closer to a rustle of the soul than an idea of the mind.

ㅤTOUCH. TO. IGNITE. | FEES TO BIND
YOUR CHOICE. WILL YOU STAY NEAR?

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    THE BACKDROP OF RADIANT CHAPTER.
       (Traces of Affectionate | Long Pages.)
 

       From the Quiet Introduce:
       Even at first, the silent moment gives
a sign where the heart will anchor.
Starting from a simple introduction
and accompanied by sentiments of
stored feelings that scream out to
show the path of serendipity behind
the twist-of-fate.

                              To the Loud Adoration:
       For each doubts about finding you,
       this labyrinth shall lead you to the story
       of our endless joy. To fill the void
      in the white paper to be unremarkable
       and provide your delayed eternity.
To be more, now, or never. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @HEARTENFOLKS, 2026.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ First Published in London.

SOMEWHERE THE NIGHT KISSES US: I AM AS CLOSE AS YOUR BREATH. It is a flickering, almost too tender to abandon, this body close enough to perceive someone without ever risking a touch, without ever daring to release a consequence from this revelation. You relied on me to watch over you from the other side while I was prepared with a small teacup of chamomile that I promise will remain perfectly pleasant. The dialogue could be a bit long to sit through, and I realize I am closer than I ever should be. It takes me back to the little patch of earth I once called my own as a child. You were there with hands crowded with odds and ends, asking if I wanted to watch something. Perhaps a couple of treasured movies I once loved, let’s begin without holding back anything and let it all exist, come to me where your oath of love will take me.

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TREASURE: COLLECT YOUR LOYAL IDENTITY.


”If you are stuck in love—let us
hold you with the other blessings
we created.” (LONG–PAGES.)


Breathed as its previously concluded, for all the participant paramours of our actors who take the VIP and VVIP package, will provide another form of love as a sign of loyalty that has been conveyed by our crews. As the explanation written below:

I. Everyone who purchases a VIP or VVIP
package will always be given one stamp
for free as a sign of their loyalty.

Additionally, anyone who completes the five loyalty cards will receive an exclusive choice and introduce us to our new event: LOVE ADVENT CALENDAR by Long Pages’ master-crews!

I. If you complete the collection of five
loyalty cards that we provided, we will
give you 1 to 15 choices, a blindbox.

II. Each recipient is required to choose
2 out of 15 number choices, and the
inside are different prizes that we
have been prepared.