flowing skies, a quiet fortune;  🍀 .. )
there’s a certain light that follows him, not of a harsh sun, but of a morning glow filtering through the leaves.

        it’s the ⌗Luck_0f the clover, a
        quiet fortune found not in grand
        gestures but in the $mall, beautiful
        details of life, #MyLuckyHoonDay —finding simple beauty and a quiet, four-leaf seren.dipity everywhere he l∞ked. 🫧 ˳ֹ 𝅄

         | thoughts a gentle cascade of clean,
            interconnected streams.                     |

 

hi soiders!!! dd abis olahraga ^__^

It started calm. Then someone played a +4, and all hell broke loose. Saltreign’s Riki yelled, “That’s cheating!”—mouth still full of chips. Vermillion’s Jungwon smirked like it was personal. Soigné’s Heeseung just laughed under his breath, pretending he didn’t shuffle the deck like a villain earlier.

Cards flying, voices overlapping, snacks half-eaten and half-fought over. The cat? Gave up and slept in the corner.

It wasn’t deep, but it was fun. The kind of night where nothing serious happened, but you’d still remember how loud it got over a game that no one even finished.