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ㅤㅤ 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚
ㅤㅤ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨—𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖
ㅤㅤ 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙙
ㅤㅤ 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘼 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚,
ㅤㅤ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
ㅤㅤ 𝙖𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝
ㅤㅤ 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.  𓍢  𝅄 ִ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ༝ ⌧   @KaishuSoke.  /  🌹

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ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤㅤ  ( 散椿の季節が始まります。) ✨
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤㅤㅤ      ——  xXx ——
ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤ ۫ 060425 ۫ ‧ 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙇'𝙎 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀.. ꫂ ၴႅၴ

🍓 ˑ𓂃 家族 ࿐ .. Beneath a wan firmament imbued with amethystine despondency, the erstwhile-lustrous corolla disperses languidly upon the dermis of the earth. There, it nestles into the hush of its own ebbing, gleaning consolation not in perpetuity, but in cessation. Chronos meanders herein like an oubliette melody, threading through umbrageous veils of vesper and lassitude. Aeon peregrinates in a dulcet cadence, every respiration a susurration, every gait a cradle-song for the wilting.

The Camellia entreats not the vernal reprise; it merely reposes in velveted abnegation, cloaked in the gentlest entropy. Within its unmaking dwells no dolor——only grace. An attenuated pulchritude that glimmers not through effulgence, but lacuna. No palm beckons the florets to reassemble. No invocation stirs the dormant rutilance of what once flourished. Yet, within the loam it reclines; enshrouded in crepuscular serenity, a vestige of the cherished and fugacious. Its muteness does not lament, it abides. Not for resurgence, but for veneration.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🏷  .. 'THE CAMELLIA :
ㅤㅤㅤBeauteous, I ; 日本語 .. 🍓🍓  

Amid the gentle caress of a zephyrous breeze, even tenebrosities genuflect. The Camellia, unpresuming, imparts the discipline of renunciation; not in surrender, but in gravitas. How exquisite! to dwindle not with vehemence, but with susurrus. To scatter into the bosom of terra and firmament unshaken, unshuddering. In this quiescence, the bloom transfigures—— no longer extinguished, but hallowed. Not vanished, but reified into a sanctity diurnal hours may never enclose. 🌹

print("Thus begins the season of the scattered Camellia: 散椿. A time not of mourning, but of reverent surrender. For even in unraveling, there is wonder. Even in stillness, there is song. And in the gentle ruin of beauty, there is always, always… a home.")

⤿ 🎶 • @KAISHUSOKE.  ꕀ 
⁰⁶THE SCATTERED BLOOM RESTS,
   &. SO DOES THE ACHE.

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