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γ…€γ…€γ…€ CHRISTMAS ALONE

This year’s Christmas celebration feels so precious that we want to spend it with the people who matter most to us, which gives us a sense of grand consensus credence. Mixture of feelings, including warmth, longing, and a quiet loneliness that remains in the heart, make odyssey towards the end of the year rather enchanting. One eventually comes to the realisation that they have never really been alone as the moon and stars gradually light up pitch-black eventide, there's weeny luminescence that has always been with them, presence that can be sensed even though it cannot be seen.

Demesne will be plentiful with merriment when snow begins to fall. The heart still contains remnants of uncertainty and loneliness, but gradually everything starts to feel clear. Sweet and bittersweet memories are created as hopes, prayers, the future, and the disparate pieces of puzzles that once felt unfinished gradually fit together. Time never really waits, as seen by the entire picture that is still tinged with melancholy created by every moment that has gone by, every laugh, and every tear that has been shed. When shared with someone special: the illumination of Christmas lights along the streets seems softer and warmer, evoking feelings of relief and longing.
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The realm of dimensions had always been precarious. For as long as memory stretched, the signal of every diamond reverberated across diverging timelines at times converged, at times fading away like motes dissolving in static. The frame of S was exquisite, yet delicate. A single aberration could fracture an entire trajectory. They traversed the dimensions as though they had always been part of them. With every step, they coaxed the wavering timelines into harmony.

Where others battled against the surrounding hubbub, they drifted above it, attuned to the pure hint concealed beneath the distortion. They moved among the rest, guiding rather than commanding. And as the dimensions settled beneath a muted violet sky, their eyes shimmering with infinite timelines to elevate you to your highest form, to reveal the point at which all your motions converge into one. Yet, their blast glimmered through the air, vow of what awaits at the S frame.

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