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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄
WHERE MEMORIES 'แค่นาทีเดียว'
QUIETLY BLOSSOM (&.) ANEW
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#AMinuteWithPhuwin fragments of the past begin to unfurl—soft, wistful, and tenderly alive. Like petals awakening after a long slumber, echoes of yesterday intertwine with the present, crafting a serene tapestry of nostalgia and quiet affection.

Time, ever patient and
enigmatic, whispers its
truth through fleeting (i)
moments 𐀶

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Courthlace’s Hanjin and Wheils’s Hanjin lingered backstage long after the fanmeet ended, the noise of the crowd still echoing faintly in their ears. The stage lights had dimmed, replaced by softer shadows, but the energy hadn’t fully left them yet. There was a quiet pause between moments—like everything was slowly settling back into place.

Courthlace’s Hanjin leaned back slightly, still in his stage outfit, the mic resting near his lips as if he hadn’t quite let go of the performance. Wheils’s Hanjin, on the other hand, carried a calmer presence, gaze steady, taking in the aftermath with a quiet kind of appreciation. They didn’t need to say much—just a few glances, a small smile, enough to understand that they both felt it.

In a precious studio filled with the scent of paint and damp clay, the afternoon unfolded slowly, as if time had decided not to rush us for once. Sunlight rested on canvases, on jars of brushes, on hands stained with color, and on pottery wheels that kept spinning like small planets in their own orbit. Somewhere in the middle of the room, colors were still being chosen carefully, Letheris's Soobin and Ignarev's Jeno standing in front of a palette as if they were deciding the mood of an entire sky. Not far from them, Courthlace's Yoonseo and Edurne's Hyunjin were still busy with their paintings, adding details little by little, like they were not just painting objects but recording a feeling that could not be explained with words. A little moment of hesitation appeared when Altefiore's Xiyeon shyly showed her painting, even though it was already beautiful in the quiet way that does not ask for attention but stays in people’s minds anyway. Not long after, Eryndor's Haechan presented his painting with quiet confidence, holding it up as if he already knew it deserved to be seen, his certainty adding a brighter contrast to the softness that filled the room.

Across the room, the sound of spinning wheels created a different rhythm. Reiss's Jihoon and Nikolovich's Eric were ready with their clay, following Scythe's Sunwoo instructions, his movements calm and familiar like someone who had done this many times before. Under steady hands, shapeless clay slowly turned into something intentional, something that could be held and kept. Nearby, Romanovna's Lia carefully glazed the ceramics she had made earlier, adding the final layer that would turn something fragile into something lasting. Not far from her, Foster's Giselle arranged the finished ceramics one by one, lining them up neatly until the table looked like a small exhibition of the afternoon we were living in.

And somewhere between paint palettes, spinning clay, quiet laughter, and comfortable silence, the day slowly turned into something we would remember. We came to paint and make pottery, but in the end, it felt like we were doing something else entirely. leaving small parts of ourselves on canvas and clay, turning an ordinary afternoon into something we could keep, not in our hands, but somewhere a little softer and harder to explain.

ㅤㅤ@Courthlace WITH: @TheGeldart, @TheHefflins, @Caelthwynn, @tikelune, @campoflachers, @KinOfGreesacht, and @ChroniclesOfBerg.