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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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LONG AFTER THE END, YOU AND I
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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
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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.


 

     

  RENAISSANCE WITHIN OUR AFFECTIONATE
LIGHT—CINEMATIC SCRIPTED BY GREAT
APPOINTEE. (SPOTLIGHT! MASTER CREWS.)

Reborn through cheerful concept with the fine arts, here are all the master crew of our production house dedicated to creating the most radiant series. Responsible for each plot and the way life unfolds in our actors' stories.


  The Begetters of Love Behind Your Screen.

SPECTERS OF THE SCENE.
      I.    DANIEL ISHAK.
       II.   MARIAM SAHAB.

STAGE OF PAPER CRANES.
       III.  ZEEST NOULYMET.
       IV.  JUNE HARLETTE.
V. RAELYSSE NOIRE.


      Captured invariable framework behind
our greatest-cast and what we create,
as we dissect devotion through a lens
of humorous realities.

Unforgotten Scene! We are like a bridge in creating a love story full of tenderness, with the collaboration we built. Creating an art-work worthy of appreciation to see who helped create eternity in this space behind the scenes.

      

We extend our sincere gratitude to our lovely editors @Moondrith and @Perchmant along with the amazing wordsmiths @Illussory and @Aroinnt from @Phillostrate for their invaluable contributions in bringing this story to life. Their creativity and commitment played a key role in shaping this reconstruction, we couldn’t have done it without them. It’s been a joy working together and we deeply appreciate the time and talent they’ve shared with us. Be sure to support their incredible work too, bet you won’t be disappointed!

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ㅤㅤㅤENTRY PROLOGUE: TWENTY CHAPTERS
ㅤㅤㅤDREAMING OF WRITING YOU FIRST. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ BE WITH ME ON 29TH APRIL,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 9:00 PM (GMT+7): @LONGPAGES.

I never meant to become something you had heard; there is no strain inside what is true enough to stay without recognition. If anything, I tried to preserve my wordlessness as something no one else could arrive at. Yet you were already there, and I keep both door and window in their freedom as they were. How does it feel to become the feeling I never once taught myself to release? I thought I had mastered the art of existing in the absence of ever seeking anyone. Still, I ended up choosing it, and I did not question why it was you. Not even once did I question why it would be you.

Over time, I began to understand that love is not something waiting in one place at all, regardless of how much it pretends to be. Should I be here, you would somehow still arrive through something remembered rather than chosen, and I would return to you because coming home would be the only thing left to do. Give yourself to me, until we forget where one of us ends. Until we are no longer two names. Until the separation loses its meaning. Have faith in me; this is a choice you will not regret. You will savor existing where I was.

ㅤㅤ WHERE DOES THE HEART LEAD?
ㅤㅤ CONDITIONS SERVICE | FIELD TO WRITE.
ㅤㅤ RELINQUISH TO LOVE. @FoundSolaceBot.

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