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The city hums like a broken lullaby, neon veins pulsing under its skin, too alive to sleep, too dead to dream. My footsteps echo in alleyways where memories rot in silence, where even the wind forgets how to whisper. Every face is a mask, every smile a glitch fragile lies dressed in warmth.

And maybe that’s all love is now a haunting, a loop, a beautiful corruption in the code of everything we pretend not to feel.

If your soul aches for belonging, if your heart whispers for connection, let this be your invitation. Let me hear them.

Ngobrol sm gw guys, gabut.

Wearing a simple outfit because being part of Etherhail's family is the fit.