The night felt easy, like it had nowhere to rush to, as Etherhail’s Kotoko, Rocheveil’s Kotoko, Mertzlan’s Kotoko, and Luevine’s Kotoko stepped out together for the 2nd Anniversary of UNIS. they let the streets decide the route, following quiet lights and familiar corners.

somewhere along the way, they stopped to eat, something warm shared between them, small bites passed around with soft laughter. later, drinks in hand, they slowed down, lingering a little longer than planned, letting the moment stretch.

two years have passed, and it all comes back to this, sitting close, sipping slowly, and letting time soften around them. because sometimes, celebrating is just about being there together.

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           BIRTHDAY SOIRÉE OF,
  MERTZLAN'S CARMEN.


Childbirth's one gift so on and so forth everyone must be indebted for nevertheless of how and who set aside throes to us. Childbirth's worth its weight in gold yearn for a funds fortune as lucky all the go: twigged, desired by alive quick beings. Birth guides everyone to two eternal paths, mortality or growth. There're piles of things that everyone dearth to shot in the dark for childbirth.

All of us are bought into being with our personal gentle illustrious purpose. Everyone have indeed forgotten what glitches and paths of breath each of us ​​have known in the leading up to being sent down to earth, but that's growth— full of twister and hitch. For our beloved, Mertzlan's Its Custodian: We have well thought of your birthday. There're plethora of hopes that we mightn't express through alliance, let our hearts burst out.
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Mertzlan's Carmen childbirth's forever well-known of note by her family. Word for word and letter for letter truly thundered make her birthday earth-shattering. Mertzlan, let's set loose of everything you be desirous of untruth to the heiress of today's birthday.

siapa mau bunga

em hi

One sunny morning, I Mertzlan's Phuwin, Goinyouths's Santa, and Schäfer's Almond decided to escape our daily routines and head to the beach. The moment we arrived, the salty breeze greeted us, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air.

Goinyouths's Santa, always full of energy, raced toward the water, shouting, "Come on! The ocean is calling!" I laughed and followed him, feeling the cool water splash against my legs. Schäfer's Almond, on the other hand, found a perfect spot on the sand and set up his beach chair, ready to soak in the sun with his favorite book.

After splashing around for a while, Goinyouths's Santa suggested we build a sandcastle. We gathered buckets and shovels, working together to create a magnificent fortress adorned with seashells. Our laughter echoed as we competed to see whose tower was taller.