Forwarded from 트리플에스 ・ twibbonS.
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ㅤ"Roses struggled to bloom among the
ㅤtangled vines and dead leaves. In a graying
ㅤworld, they were fragile bursts of color."
She tentatively but gently touched them. The roses shuddered beneath her fingers, clinging to what little warmth was left. Speaking softly as though her words could give life to the fragile stems, she watered the soil slowly and carefully each day. Softly, like embers that would not extinguish, the petals began to glow. The weight caused the roses to bend but not break.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBLOSSOMING | BLOOMING
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( #XinyuAmongRoses )
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The garden whispered its secret to the village that was sleeping in the dark: hope can grow from the coldest soil, as long as someone keeps it alive.
With heartfelt gratitude, we honor @SerbaaBisa, the artisan who sculpted this masterpiece, and @Xinyux, the wordsmith who breathed life into the art. Should you encounter any shadows while using this twibbon, do not hesitate to seek the gentle guidance of @tripleSprojectbot. Thank you deeply for joining us in this celebration—together, we nurture a garden of shared beauty and blossoming joy.
ㅤ"Roses struggled to bloom among the
ㅤtangled vines and dead leaves. In a graying
ㅤworld, they were fragile bursts of color."
She tentatively but gently touched them. The roses shuddered beneath her fingers, clinging to what little warmth was left. Speaking softly as though her words could give life to the fragile stems, she watered the soil slowly and carefully each day. Softly, like embers that would not extinguish, the petals began to glow. The weight caused the roses to bend but not break.
"There was a strange beauty
ㅤㅤㅤ in how strong they were,"
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ".... like a fragile defiance
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤagainst the darkness."
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBLOSSOMING | BLOOMING
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( #XinyuAmongRoses )
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The garden whispered its secret to the village that was sleeping in the dark: hope can grow from the coldest soil, as long as someone keeps it alive.
With heartfelt gratitude, we honor @SerbaaBisa, the artisan who sculpted this masterpiece, and @Xinyux, the wordsmith who breathed life into the art. Should you encounter any shadows while using this twibbon, do not hesitate to seek the gentle guidance of @tripleSprojectbot. Thank you deeply for joining us in this celebration—together, we nurture a garden of shared beauty and blossoming joy.
A blooming bouquet of gratitude is offered to these radiant souls whose light has nurtured our garden:
@VonityS @iigniteS @MontgoIfier @Sethlore @TheFaite @TheRosenvelt @HymnOfHumn @BlytheHaven @KasteelOfDuisterg @GrimOfFost @Hurlstone @TheRushforth @TheGalvorn @CampOfLachers @TheLichtheim @ZhouSeason @Kheraeld @SchauferFamilie.
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A DREAMCATCHER: AS THE CHRONOGRAPH RECKONS TO AN ELDERLINESS.
A dreamer saunters all the time towards a hill where a cascade waterfall gladdens her. As to near on the clockwise, year after year, season after season; euphoric wanderstar between the dream and the miracle. She hummed amidst wreaths of carnation about panegyric, when the doorway of an incarnation moulded a blessing. On the edge of sacrosanct purity, she shall plunge into the lifeline, shape an illusory of scheme and kismet. As she ages gracefully, her phantasm of the wonderings in otherworldly shall spring up; from each wonder that is unraveled in her fate.
MILLICENT TANAIA /. S15 XINYU
She reflects sophistication. She has the character of a well-rested wine and only gets better, becoming richer and more delightful as the years go along. For a long moment, a flicker danced like a silhouette as she absorbed it with a breath, yearning to catch its flames. Safely dock the vessel of her love at its true home. For these are the wishes I send her way as the new day dawns: for the way she hunted, for the way she endeavored to find, for the way she carried herself, for the person she was, for the way she existed, and for the way fate brought her as life began.
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A DREAMCATCHER: AS THE CHRONOGRAPH RECKONS TO AN ELDERLINESS.
A dreamer saunters all the time towards a hill where a cascade waterfall gladdens her. As to near on the clockwise, year after year, season after season; euphoric wanderstar between the dream and the miracle. She hummed amidst wreaths of carnation about panegyric, when the doorway of an incarnation moulded a blessing. On the edge of sacrosanct purity, she shall plunge into the lifeline, shape an illusory of scheme and kismet. As she ages gracefully, her phantasm of the wonderings in otherworldly shall spring up; from each wonder that is unraveled in her fate.
(..) “The years she had been waiting for, in the life she had illustrated.”
MILLICENT TANAIA /. S15 XINYU
She reflects sophistication. She has the character of a well-rested wine and only gets better, becoming richer and more delightful as the years go along. For a long moment, a flicker danced like a silhouette as she absorbed it with a breath, yearning to catch its flames. Safely dock the vessel of her love at its true home. For these are the wishes I send her way as the new day dawns: for the way she hunted, for the way she endeavored to find, for the way she carried herself, for the person she was, for the way she existed, and for the way fate brought her as life began.
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