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ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤㅤ  ( 散椿の季節が始まります。) ✨
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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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