ㅤㅤㅤㅤnacre hush at 4𝑝𝑚:
ㅤㅤㅤsilver clips resting on
ㅤㅤㅤmidnight strands, porcelain
ㅤㅤㅤlight spilling across quiet
ㅤㅤㅤshoulders ❦

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FIVE STARS WITH ONE DREAM:
A JOURNEY TO BECOME TOGETHER.
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𝑈nfolding otherworldly kissed mist, ushering smithereens of lights hidden beneath. Sovereignty collated in reverie, the catalyst for enactment. 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄
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〔 #𝘛𝘟𝘛7𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘖𝘧𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 〕
MARCH, 4. | Falling through the
constellations. The incandescent
sparks that are forever timeless.
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HELLO FROM THE AFTERMATH OF A VERY AMBITIOUS SLEEPOVER with me, Runeshard's Stella on duty, and Eldraeth's Juhoon still in recovery mode. last night he was the CEO of anti-sleep campaign, loudly saying "tidur jam 12? masih sore jir, main dulu." and just like that we entered chaos: snack wrappers everywhere, milk spilled in the kitchen (a historical tragedy), tv glowing for no reason, monopoly slowly turning into emotional damage. we declared we would stay awake until sunrise, destroy our circadian rhythm. (we got scolded two times and three but who cares :p)

fast forward to 3–4 AM: i was still alive, meanwhile the 'no sleep before fajr' leader was already asleep, phone in hand, just shut down like it run out of battery.

morning update: i woke up first, and Juhoon didn't move, didn't blink, didn't exist until 12 PM. final note for the records: the person who screams "no sleep" the loudest is always the first to log out. 🫩

Izin lari dari kenyataan sambil megangin celana takut melorot.