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Time for the moon night! The first course of action for a rabbit wanting to leap onto the moon: bid her five companions goodbye while thumping two front paws in promise of coming back safely. Check! Then, the second course of action would consist of stuffing her little pouch with many-a-delights, sweets and dumplings and vegetables alike. Check! The departure date is set in stone: at 30th of May, the bun would leap starwards.

Thus at the aforementioned date the rabbit hitched a star bound for the Milky Way. Holding tight to whatever she could grasp, and through the thrums of her earnest wishes, the stars aligned a passageway for her to traverse. Why, she took the liberty to bounce through each step, of course. Hop-hop-hop, it felt like time was passing ever so slowly in wait, or moreso the universe was holding its breath. The moment she treaded the long-yearned Moon; reaching the surface she had seen only in dreams after a thousand steps—careful of the craters—fluffles of jade rabbits alike had waited keenly in prospect.

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✦ PNG to ride the rhythm.
‧₊˚ ⋅ Star-tanned hand: MP4.


This tale was first pictured by @Pathcode, before weaved into a tapestry of scattered stars by Jingyi from @Claudyssey for the ‘bun to adorn. Through many years thus, the tale were spun far and wide by @CastleOfEryndor, @WEareSO, @SheIsMathilde, @Rocheveil, @Calsearth, @TheHansley, @Apartmeants and @GFRIlEND; with whom the sayings became a myth, and from the myth comes a beloved legend. (And to whom it may concern, within @GFriendRobot’s doors lay many more star-crossed tapestries to adorn, for it is more easily reached than the moon above.)


Packed with love,
@WishesForGFriend. 🐇♡
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　　　ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
　　　𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳

A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @TheVansents @Shineninng @LineageofZhu.

The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. ﾒ

And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀