Gorg in grey 🩶 but not denying the fact that the eldies are cooler than me! xD
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good night, eldies! tonight’s city lights flicker like gentle stars, painting the streets with quiet warmth. may your dreams carry the same calm glow, guiding you into a peaceful rest. sleep under the hush of the night, until morning brings us back to brighter days ✩₊˚ˑ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Solvreith, @TheScalden, and @TheRusteeze, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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SHILOUETTE FORGED
⌍⌎ A N Ð
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🌐 SYSTEM DECLARATION :
⌖ 9≣13 #SyntaxCodeYEONJUN ⛶
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SHILOUETTE FORGED
in Glare ⌍⌎ A N Ð
ㅤSHADOWㅤ⑈ RISING ֳFROM THE CLASH OF FABRIC ㅤㅤ⋯ ─ ───⌯ ── ─ ⍼ㅤㅤㅤ🖥
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nd fire carrying the weight of rythm and vision beyond measure ⸭ The digital horizon burns ₁ feeds converge ²⢜ voices ascend ⑆₃ and the age crowns its sovereign of style, its eternal It Boy.🌐 SYSTEM DECLARATION :
⌖ 9≣13 #SyntaxCodeYEONJUN ⛶
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console.log("digital sky reverberates, screens ignite, voices converge → HAIL YEONJUN, THE IT BOY SUPREME 💥");ㅤㅤ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Godrict, @altefiore, @HusvomMeiers, @KissOfLoove, @LeBeaulieu, and @PromiseSeason, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from THE BOYZ VILLAGE.
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤUNDER THE ENDLESS
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤBLUE SKY ── 🫧 ˳ֹ 𝅄
where the ocean meets the shore, we gather to celebrate a beautiful soul. ๑
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Passion Fruit - THE BOYZ
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the sun, a golden eye in the heavens, casts its light upon us, warming the salty air. below, the sea sighs, a constant, rhythmic breath that reminds us of the deep, unending mysteries of life. 𝅄 ֹ 𑁤
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤUNDER THE ENDLESS
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤBLUE SKY ── 🫧 ˳ֹ 𝅄
where the ocean meets the shore, we gather to celebrate a beautiful soul. ๑
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Passion Fruit - THE BOYZ
01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:20
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the sun, a golden eye in the heavens, casts its light upon us, warming the salty air. below, the sea sighs, a constant, rhythmic breath that reminds us of the deep, unending mysteries of life. 𝅄 ֹ 𑁤
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Beomquesters, @RebelResonance, @wonhheart, @YJFluence, @Edenearth and @Dewmourne, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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