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ㅤ BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ COSMIC NOMADS: (S5.)
ENTREE SYLVIA TYBUR

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
       NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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ㅤ       BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ        VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ        STELLAR WANDERER: (S6.)
                 ENTREE TALULAH BLOOM

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
      NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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ㅤ BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ AURORA STRIDERS: (S7.)
ENTREE MICAH FORSYTHE

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
       NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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ㅤ BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ NEBULA RIDERS: (S8.)
ENTREE LUCELIA DAHL

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
       NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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ㅤ BOUND BY DESTINY—MOREOVER
ㅤㅤ VOYAGERS THROUGH TIME.
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ㅤㅤ VORTEX DANCERS: (S9.)
ENTREE MELINOË TJAS

RECONNECTED ::: LOST MESSAGE FOUND BETWEEN THE FRAGMENTS.

The gap in time was nearly out of reach, yet their shared hopes kept them searching for one another’s traces. In a world turned into a minefield from every side, time moved in unnatural ways—reversing, surging forward, then slipping backward by years, as if time itself were alive and playing with the world at its will. They lost each other, cast into different distortions of time. And on that day, the very strengths they had always hidden finally became useful. A new life was beginning—one that felt almost impossible to live. The creeping sense of despair and surrender grew stronger from behind. Would there be any crack left to find a way out?

A negative answer wasn’t something worth accepting—it would be shameful, especially when they could still run, still resist. Even when directionless, even when circling the same spot, each step was proof that their souls were not as weak as their presence in this world might suggest. The signals from their souls, still connected, would eventually lead them to the missing pieces. Their belief—greater than anything, non scale faith—was the principle with which they would continue this journey.

Before the rise of the sun, their grip would only grow stronger. / The strength gathered from tiny fragments would form a bond more powerful—beyond the beyond. A new look of their existence, no longer one that drifts with the winds and storms. Rising smiles appeared across the faces of each girl, as if the days they had walked through had become colorful once again.

ㅤㅤㅤ    WE SHALL NEVER DIE
       NOR SHALL WE EVER WEEP

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