It started with walking through streets lit by city lights, pausing for a second to look at the moon, then ending up at the chillest spot with iced coffee, tired feet, and stories that flowed slowly, because sometimes it’s not about the place but the feeling, and Geldart’s Jungwon and Morsevic’s Riki didn’t come to the café for any big reason, just to sit together, watch the city lights, laugh at random things, talk about everything and nothing, lean back and say “should we come back again tomorrow, bro?” this is what a hangout feels like, simple but it sticks.

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ㅤ (‘FOR SAKE OF THE MOON … ’)
ㅤㅤ � ┼── HAZE DAMMED THE DESCENT
ㅤ ## III. WITH THE ROBUSTNESS WITHIN,
ㅤ “1999. / AN REITERATING HOWL” 🕳

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🚸 ──────ㅤ :&.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 최 .. • .. 산.

When the storm is over, wave to me. ♨️

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “FɆLIZ CÜMPL3AÑO$!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Age like a fine wine.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ • • •
Beneath the effulgence shone so lustrously that it dazzled the eyes, the darkness swept him away. The howl of the werewolf told the whole forest to be on alert—to the threat that could arrive at any time.

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