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ㅤ〰️〰️ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
ㅤStars hush secrets and roses dare to
ㅤdream: 𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑈𝑁𝐹𝑂𝐿𝐷𝑆.
𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺.ㅤㅤ⬪ 〰️

Let it be known 'cross vale and village, 'twixt moon-drenched meadow and starlit sky, that a wondrous hour draweth nigh: a time not measured by clocks, but by the quiet stirrings of the soul.

ㅤInㅤㅤcelebrationㅤ ofㅤtogetherness,
ㅤwhere time shall yield to memory, and
ㅤjoyㅤshallㅤalightㅤasㅤgolden 𝘍𝘰𝘹𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴,
ㅤㅤ 🤍🤍🤍ㅤㅤ🤍🤍🤍
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤
ㅤㅤㅤ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
ㅤㅤ 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸

ㅤ where generations clasp hands,
ㅤ where strangers become kindred,
ㅤ and where stories are not only told,
ㅤ but lived.ㅤㅤ✶ㅤㅤ〰️〰️

ㅤㅤ17 MAY ⬪ㅤㅤ𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠
ㅤㅤ18 MAY ⬪ㅤㅤ𝐷𝐸𝐵𝑈𝑇𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑇𝑊𝐼𝐵𝐵𝑂𝑁
ㅤㅤ19 MAY ⬪ㅤㅤ𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤
ㅤㅤ20 MAY ⬪ㅤㅤ𝐷𝐸𝐵𝑈𝑇𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘥ㅤ 𝘪𝘯ㅤ 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,ㅤ𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰
𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.
𝘈𝘯𝘥ㅤ𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩ㅤ𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬—𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦—𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.
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〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️
ㅤㅤ 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐵𝑂𝑌
ㅤㅤ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦: 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦
ㅤㅤ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Commander crashes in the wasteland
desert and meets a mysterious young
boy: the little prince who asks him to
draw a lamb. unlike grownups, the prince
instantaneouslyㅤ ㅤunderstands ㅤㅤ the
commander’s youth painting of a serpent
constrictor that devour an pachyderm.

As the commander restoration his aeroplane, the prince prorate stories from his journeying. He comes from a small crescent, where he guidance for rupture’s and a vain roseat he ardour but didn’t understand. Feeling suffer and confused, he left to research other existence. each universe he came by was tenanted by a senseless egoistical: a emperor, a egotistical man, a carouser, a employer, a luminescence, and a geomorphology. They were all obsessed with inconsequential things. Finally, the prince appear on earth, where he met a serpent who conferred to send him residence and journeyed through the desert, searching for annotation. Through their time together, the commander reexperience the wonder, sorrow, and coherence only a youth’s heart can teach.
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⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ 𝐺𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑉𝑂𝑌𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐴 𝐷𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅.

Aching yearns for simplicity and purity, for the bonds that transcend space and time. Embodies with a sense of wonder that resonate with the untainted essence of the soul.

To value relationships over possessions and presence, #𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌𝑂𝐹𝐺𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 guides within @REVERIEOFAMITY steps on each planets by the guide of the fox and rose in his hand.

⠀ 𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘡𝘈 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞𝘚 𝘖𝘕 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘚:

⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ 〰️〰️ PNG 〰️〰️
ㅤㅤㅤ memories that'll captured
ㅤㅤㅤ through the magic of shots.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
ㅤㅤ 〰️〰️ MP4 〰️〰️
recorded by the quiet chimes of
friendship's truly affection.

Woven with threads of whimsy, tenderness, and introspection: To cherish the invisible connections that bind, It is a timeless though the stars may remain distant and unchanging, lights guide to the treasures hidden within.

By the aptitudes of @trndsettee has birthed the connection between rose and fox as the princes of stars seized their steps into further lights. Along the help @Refomibot to enlighten the path colored by confusion.

⠀⠀〰️〰️⠀⠀“𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵,
⠀⠀𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥
⠀ 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯
⠀⠀ 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴.”⠀⠀〰️〰️
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ㅤㅤ 〰️〰️〰️〰️ㅤ✶ㅤ〰️〰️〰️〰️

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are journeyer, the nemesis are chaperon. For others they are no more than little incandescence in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems, but all these kismet are hushed. For others, they are no more than tiny lights scattered across the sky. For scholars, they are problems to be solved, distant enigmas. But all of these fates remain silent. They, it alone will have stars as no one else has them. In one of the nemesis that they shall be living. In one of them they shall be laughing. Ensnared in the labyrinth and so it will be as if all the daylight will be laughing when he look at the counselor at night.

Them, only they will have stars of kismet that can laugh. And when its sorrow is comforted (time tranquilize and alleviate all catastrophe) it will be content that they have known them. It will always be their friend. It will want to laugh with them and it will sometimes open your casement, so, for that pleasure... It will be as if, in place of the never ending handwriting on the wall, it had given them a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh.

𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴
𝘪𝘵, bearing within them the image of a kingdom.
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