hi kita lagi main roller coaster, siapa mau ikut?

Selamat malam lagi opet, kembali lagi dengan sicantik yunah alias si me, i, aku, gw dan myself ini. Mau pamer aja sih, aku abis menang lomba family 100

selamat malam semuanya! :3

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ㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
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It started with “let’s just get some air,”
but somehow turned into hours of wandering with Wendissel's Riwoo, Mertzlan's Sungho,  Mertzlan's Myungjae, Walst's Leehan, Edurne's Woonhak, Rushforth's Sungho, Delmeist's Taesan, Delaire's Woonhak, Kheraeld's Myungjae, Rodenvelt's Taesan and me Duisterg's Taesan. No fancy plan, no real reason—just sneakers on pavement, city lights overhead, and whatever conversations came up along the way. Some of us joked nonstop, some just listened. Some walked fast, others slow. But none of us really wanted the night to end. It wasn’t about where we went but who we went there with and that made all the difference.

FREEDOM IS THE FIRE THAT BURNS THE CHAINS.

ঌ / They whispered that the storm would die down. But none prepared for how long the silence would linger. In a city bruised by unseen shackles, the air thickened with edicts and hollow promises. Freedom, no longer a right, was reduced to a myth cloaked in regulation.

Every flicker of defiance was hunted, every voice tuned out in the static of enforced peace. But something still pulsed—beneath concrete and static, beneath the obedient hush, a breath held back by generations.

This isn’t a revolt, but an emergence. The flame was never dead—merely veiled. And now, it wants to speak with #BurnTheSilence. 💥