Take a look at Cherrilane's Juyeon and Myldemoor's Ryujin having a fantastic day! It all began with a refreshing walk, where they seemed to be exploring and having a good time. Afterwards, they found a lovely cafe, the perfect spot to relax. Picture them there, enjoying the laid-back atmosphere while listening to music on a vinyl player, it has a special kind of sound, right? They also took some time to flip through a couple of interesting books. It was a really chill day, filled with simple, happy moments.
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Hello Ceyis π! It's wonderful to see someone you know has come to make something great, aka a competition. Cherrilane's Sarang always supports and accompanies Velthrone's Ni-ki to put on a show, he's so great at doing his best! I'm very impressed by his courage. He came to see me and said he was very happy because he had won the competition. I am very proud and grateful for the good news he shared with me. It made me very happy. π₯Ήπ
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( π©Έ ) like paper dolls left in the rain, colors fading into silence this space turns on quiet bargains & passing hands.
The season bends differently nowβwhat better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wandererβ@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voicesβ 1999β2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doublesβto inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
The season bends differently nowβwhat better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wandererβ@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voicesβ 1999β2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doublesβto inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
What entered through the cracked proscenium was not actor nor guest, but sorrow itself *your muse + line and your id* painted in wax and wound in strings. This is The Exhibit of Sorrows, where grief performs endlessly, and applause never fades. (
@helloowithenbot)
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
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Good morning, Ceyis. Awali pagi kalian dengan ngeliat orang paling ganteng se Cherrilane alias juhoon.
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