The city looks calm tonight, almost empty, like it is letting us borrow its silence. I, Morthen's Keonho, walk beside Mills' Stella along the river, the lights from distant buildings trembling on the water. Sometimes she walks a little ahead, sometimes beside me, our pace unspoken yet matched. No one is around, just the sound of our steps and the low hum of the city staying awake with us. It feels like a moment that should not be too loud—something meant to stay between the streetlights and the night.

We stop near the railing, the glow behind her soft and unreal. I stand there, close but careful, like even the space between us is part of the secret. Mills' Stella looks peaceful, unaware of how much this quiet walk means to me, or maybe she knows and chooses not to say it. I keep my hands to myself, letting the night do the talking. This is not a love meant to be shown, only felt—hidden in a late night walk, tucked away where only the river and I will remember her standing there beside me.

Do your morning with Intak, morthies! Bali crumbs left on the table, sunlight slipping through the curtains &. me moving slower than usual as if the day didn’t need to be chased. Words felt optional, ;]. I drifted into the hotel swimming pool still half asleep, letting the water hold me while my thoughts softened. When the water no longer felt new, i followed the pull of the ocean. Wandered along the beach and sand clinging to my ankles. You know, salt settling into my hair HAHAHA. Letting the waves undo whatever the morning hadn’t yet touched. It was.. the kind of day that doesn’t ask to be captured, only remembered. 🩳⛱️

Morthies! It’s one of those nights again. I’m out here, Keonho, with some of my siblings, walking around the city. There are Ko Anton, Ce Yeonji, and Ce Ningning. Just us and the city breathing slowly under the lights.

Ko Anton and Ce Yeonji was busy taking photo on the street with that quiet confidence, lights brushing their face for a second before moving on. Ce Ningning and I were lingered near the river, turning back once, just to check if we were all still there. No one said much, but somehow we stayed in sync, like the streets already knew our pace.

I don’t remember where we were heading, only that the night felt honest. Neon signs, passing cars, blurred tower, everything looked random, but it wasn’t. It was just us, borrowing a few hours from the city, standing in moments that won’t ask to be explained later. I stayed behind the lens, behind the steps, keeping this version of us quietly to myself.