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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩 椿ついに地に舞ふ 𓆪
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ The Camellia Petals
ㅤㅤㅤ ༘⋆ㅤ Have Begun To Bloom.ㅤ . ݁₊ __ㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩 椿ついに地に舞ふ 𓆪
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ The Camellia Petals
ㅤㅤㅤ ༘⋆ㅤ Have Begun To Bloom.ㅤ . ݁₊ __ㅤ
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xx:07ㅤㅤ #KaishuInBloom.ㅤㅤ🌺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
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ㅤ／ ⛩️ 𓂃 ִ 海舟宗家。Where camellias descend in tremulous hush, the breath of an old house stirs. Beneath a pallid sky veined with memory, names bloom once more, wrapped in vestiges of yesteryears. Kaishu Sōke does not summon, it unveils—petal by petal, presence by presence, like lullabies folded into parchment wind.ㅤ🎍𓆪
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ㅤㅤ⋮ 💮 ┆ Blooming Lineage Invocation .. ’)
ㅤ ——ㅤㅤ from @KaishuSoke to unfurl,
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ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒ㅤㅤ𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Kinesics.ㅤㅤㅤㅤPictography.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶
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Let not the axis of presence waver upon divergence. In each lineage-cast hush lies a vow, vestigial yet vivid. Should your semblance flicker beneath the folds, recall—every echo finds its vestibule, every misstep, a step etched towards the sanctum. The parchment breathes, the name awaits. Proceed not in haste, but in grace. 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE CAMELLIAS
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
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ㅤ／ ⛩️ 𓂃 ִ 海舟宗家。Where camellias descend in tremulous hush, the breath of an old house stirs. Beneath a pallid sky veined with memory, names bloom once more, wrapped in vestiges of yesteryears. Kaishu Sōke does not summon, it unveils—petal by petal, presence by presence, like lullabies folded into parchment wind.ㅤ🎍𓆪
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ⋮ 💮 ┆ Blooming Lineage Invocation .. ’)
ㅤ ——ㅤㅤ from @KaishuSoke to unfurl,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ quietㅤpresence.ㅤ۶ৎㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒ㅤㅤ𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Kinesics.ㅤㅤㅤㅤPictography.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶
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Trace your reflection amidst the hush-hued sigils, enwtreathed through static bloom and tempered motion. For attunement and assistance, the parchment envoy awaits via @KaishuSokeBot.ㅤ* .. 🪽 ’)ㅤㅤ
Let not the axis of presence waver upon divergence. In each lineage-cast hush lies a vow, vestigial yet vivid. Should your semblance flicker beneath the folds, recall—every echo finds its vestibule, every misstep, a step etched towards the sanctum. The parchment breathes, the name awaits. Proceed not in haste, but in grace. 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE CAMELLIAS
,ㅤㅤㅤㅤ VEILS OF LASSITUDE ; 海舟。🌺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ROUSING THE GRACIOUS FATE OF
CAMELLIAS IN ’TIS BLOSSOMING
SEASON: 思い出の花びら. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Cloak of resplendent path spreads pleasantly akin to a celestial jalousie in The Land of the Rising Sun. This composition of sparkling weaves and the enshrined of palisade trenchant every wonder’s soul into the edge of springtime flakes. The cherubic terrain upon the clouds wrapped with the warmth and endearing moments that deviate through the heritage of flowers in between of sakura’s meadow and the elegance in reserve of harmony that tucked in every breath. ⊱🌸 ۫ ׅ ✧
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ROUSING THE GRACIOUS FATE OF
CAMELLIAS IN ’TIS BLOSSOMING
SEASON: 思い出の花びら. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Cloak of resplendent path spreads pleasantly akin to a celestial jalousie in The Land of the Rising Sun. This composition of sparkling weaves and the enshrined of palisade trenchant every wonder’s soul into the edge of springtime flakes. The cherubic terrain upon the clouds wrapped with the warmth and endearing moments that deviate through the heritage of flowers in between of sakura’s meadow and the elegance in reserve of harmony that tucked in every breath. ⊱
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The quisence of faint-breeze swiveling amidst the throne of opulance petals, where every scattered tales will be gathered back into one fevered gripe akin to the pulchritude of reverie. Felt the haze around wooden and sylvan home, a niche to share buffoonery and merriment corsage that yearning for golden-old-days beneath the lustrous mirrors.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃
Called it by vellum of lacquer to impermance the whispers from crescent, a wane of sanctum take the resplendent by fracture it into glazed memory that stucked in time, still descenting an ode to ephemeral halcyon and be produced from the earth’s corpus. Each lamella of sakura murmured beneath the wheeze of dazzling vault-heaven, ”might the season of blossoms arrive ahead of time?” Greeted by a breeze in the pristine dusk, the sheltered vessel slowly opens and clemencies a precious pledge that cascades with the tender obduracy of rain-fed rivers, filled with thread of nostalgia, the beaming hush of slanted daylight, and the plumed lanterns covenant their oath of joyance that will scatter.
Isles Of Serenity: The Rhythm of
Transient Flower ࿔
‧₊˚ ┊ 絹面 💮💧
Ascend the statement beneath an unforgettable haiku which would be embodied in forever terms inside the soul, presaging the happiness intend to overlook the chime of the bird’s whistle in this vehemence years. And time, here, everlasting in the spring season drawn together in the cradle of ocean’s ebb, delivering a countless treasures.
── .✦ THE PEDIGREE OF ROSEATE BUDS,
@KAISHUSOKE🎇 Nihon’s Petals.
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The quisence of faint-breeze swiveling amidst the throne of opulance petals, where every scattered tales will be gathered back into one fevered gripe akin to the pulchritude of reverie. Felt the haze around wooden and sylvan home, a niche to share buffoonery and merriment corsage that yearning for golden-old-days beneath the lustrous mirrors.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃
Called it by vellum of lacquer to impermance the whispers from crescent, a wane of sanctum take the resplendent by fracture it into glazed memory that stucked in time, still descenting an ode to ephemeral halcyon and be produced from the earth’s corpus. Each lamella of sakura murmured beneath the wheeze of dazzling vault-heaven, ”might the season of blossoms arrive ahead of time?” Greeted by a breeze in the pristine dusk, the sheltered vessel slowly opens and clemencies a precious pledge that cascades with the tender obduracy of rain-fed rivers, filled with thread of nostalgia, the beaming hush of slanted daylight, and the plumed lanterns covenant their oath of joyance that will scatter.
Isles Of Serenity: The Rhythm of
Transient Flower ࿔
(2025’) ‧₊˚ ┊ 絹面 💮💧
Ascend the statement beneath an unforgettable haiku which would be embodied in forever terms inside the soul, presaging the happiness intend to overlook the chime of the bird’s whistle in this vehemence years. And time, here, everlasting in the spring season drawn together in the cradle of ocean’s ebb, delivering a countless treasures.
── .✦ THE PEDIGREE OF ROSEATE BUDS,
@KAISHUSOKE
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࿐ྂ ❀⸝ 𓂃 .. Under the moon, the camellias shine like lanterns from the past. Unsure of what prayer fits a stranger who returns home in silence. Will the ancestors receive me still?
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The house, though weary, opens it arms. Shall I step forward… or retreat? ࣪˖ 𖧧⠀⋆⸝⠀
17%
🏯’ The garden stone holds warmth, as though it too remembers me.
28%
O ancestrors—if you thou linger, 恥ずかしがらずに話す許可を与えてください。🌺
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ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
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IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, SEKARINDRIYA DANUNINGRAT.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
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IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, SEKARINDRIYA DANUNINGRAT.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
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ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
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IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, HASEN BOORN.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
ㅤㅤ
IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, HASEN BOORN.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
ㅤㅤㅤ
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Remaīn īn Hush: 𖦞 I ache for your return, yet the words feel foreign “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘥?” now but lees, buried in the goblet’s remnants.
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ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ONCE, THE HIRAETH THAT
ㅤㅤ BLOOMED WITHOUT ROOT. 🌺
Did not descend, nor was it conjured. It occurred, like a forth when time bent inward summoned not by fate, but by a sorrow too old for words. No herald spoke, no script foretold. Drift of moon-worn petals passed, as if time itself had stilled to recall them thus rethreading through the veil of centuries. Born not of seed or summons, but of an ashen too numinous to scatter, the figure arose, “Long before language took root, it had already begun its ritual, turning sorrow into haze, loss into color. Will the world remember, or simply feel?”
ㅤㅤㅤ WHAT RESTED IN STILLNESS
ㅤ NOW ETERNAL IN EPHEMERON.
Once, in a dream that outlasted the dreamer. No scripture nor shrine dares claim it. Subtle hereafter, whilst it all was none other than a wish never lived. Even the wretched-tide alters to align their path. Those who lives still remains, waiting. Yet from that fragment, the myth breathes again.
Held Sealed of Remembrance.
Now Enthroned in Return.
沈黙の系譜. 再神化. 🏮🪭
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
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IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, CASIEL NOAILLES.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 𓆩𓆪 SANCTUM OF THE DUSKWAKE.
LIGHT UNTETHERED BY TIME. ꫂ
Reserved a place for this being, before it knows to sought this in every, every mirthful adoration. Not merely a creature of flesh, but wonder-will yearning to take form. Harmonies had sung this anthem since time’s first breath; mortal welcome could ever suffice. Destiny’s convergence, it wasn’t simply an arrival.
ㅤㅤ 花明かりにて、恩はまた巡る。🏮
ㅤ (Within blossomlight, gratitude anew.)
Further within here, does exist living sonneth in still bright hues? Confined to now, but magnificently, perfectly itself, as cherry blossom’s first petal turns into diamonds. When this truth finally unfolded, unfurled, what once was question became answer, not through force, but the rightness inevitably. Wholly screamed, “The revelation had arrived,” recognized the face it waited to reflect across four hundred springs.
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IN THIS TRANSIENT BALLET OF BLOSSOMS, CASIEL NOAILLES.
Step forth, and be etched in the hush of hanami. 🌺💮
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(カメリア.)⁰⁶ Oneiric hush where lament once effloresced, @KaishuSoke. ♥️
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