The backstage was still bustling that night. The stage lights hadn't completely dimmed, and the sounds of the crew moving about mixed with small laughs from the corner of the prep room. Amidst the busy atmosphere gathered in the same area while waiting for their last turn before going home.

Geisler's Riki stands casually near the stage frame, occasionally adjusting his gloves while observing his surroundings. Not far from him, Liu's Riki raised a microphone and said with a laugh, "Who said they were done? There's still something missing." "It wasn't me," replied Wendissle's Sunoo quickly while raising both hands pretending to surrender. "I've been just following you guys around backstage." "Just follow what he said," replied Sunki's Owie, nudging his shoulder gently. "Even though the one who takes the most photos is you." They immediately burst out laughing. Wendissle's Sunoo just shook his head with a shy smile, while Liu's Riki was still busy fiddling with the microphone as if he were acting as an impromptu MC.

A few minutes later, they moved to a quieter side of the stage. The red lights from backstage reflected faintly off the equipment the crew had begun to set up. Geisler's Riki sat on the flight case and said, "I'm tired, but today was fun." "Yeah," Sunki's Owie replied, looking out at the emptying arena. "When it's this crowded, it feels fast really passing by." Wendissle's Sunoo nodded in agreement. "The important thing is that we eat together after this. All I've heard is the schedule and briefing." "Agreed," said Liu's Riki. "If anyone declines, everyone's on their treat." “It's just delicious!" the three of them protested almost simultaneously.

The sound of laughter filled the backstage again. As the stage slowly emptied, they continued to spend time together, joking around and sharing little stories, enjoying the warmth of togetherness before the night really ends.

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(1970’s DIARY.) THE GATES EASED AJAR!
missing kin who had gently wandered
from the haven long ago.ྀ🪝‌⬚‌
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ\
ㅤㅤ An sorrow sundered them, yet whether
ㅤㅤ benevolent fortune and guileless spirits
ㅤㅤ reunited us, were seraphs guiding us or
ㅤㅤ shadowing us? We yearn that via this
ㅤㅤ honeyed summons, the wanderers shall
ㅤㅤ return to weave into the Liesbon kin.

ㅤㅤ ◯ ࡛  ELDEST SISTER / 1995-2000
ㅤㅤ◯ ࡛  MIDDLEST SISTER / 2001-2006
ㅤㅤ◯ ࡛  YOUNGEST SISTER / 2007-2010

Hail, Liesbon! Here I linger, @Username & Full Name with Muse (Lines), sensing I am your missing oldest/middlest/youngest petal. In this fleeting note, I confide my heart's murmur. Much gratitude!

Do gaze upon the gentle taken-list here. If this beckoning scroll stirs your essence and mirrors our quiet call, dispatch a missive to our letterbox at once at (@LiesbonBot).


ㅤ│ Homebound of Hearts,
ㅤ│ Liesbon Sisters. ✉️

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ Between the fading horizon and lights ⌝
ㅤㅤ starting to turn /. “DO YOUR DANCE”
ㅤㅤ weaving together fragments of time
ㅤ into a journey
ㅤㅤ that's timeless with the seasons
ㅤㅤ ⌞ #RIIZEGoDance ㅤ ☆‌.  [ 15/06. ]

               ㅤ       ㅤㅤ . . .

Some are created from those
who choose to walk  ·. 🚉➕

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Lowkey, that Saturday night wasn't even anything crazy with Mirthvelune's Ohyul and Wendissel's Ryul ghoib.

Talking about literally everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. Random stories, dumb jokes, weird thoughts at night—you know, the usual chaos. The air felt softer, the streets looked prettier, and time was moving way too fast for a night that wasn't supposed to be special.

Maybe it was the effortless conversations.

Maybe it was how silence never felt awkward.

Maybe it was just your presence making an ordinary night feel a little less ordinary.

Whatever it was, it left that weird little feeling in my chest. Just one of those moments that make you go, "damn... that was actually nice.♥︎"