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Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 🃏ᵒ̴̶̷̤
ㅤ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌 OF THE 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘚
𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 BY 𝘜𝘚
odyssey of connection,
luminous unity ✶ story shared,
whispered across galaxies
THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
12th ALBUM #PromiseTOGETHER
An— ५. echo
of dreams that ᠅
꒷ dare to
stars, 𖥔 to
for each 𐀔 other
in the quiet vastness of the night
21𝘚𝘛. 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘠. 2025
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𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 🃏ᵒ̴̶̷̤
ㅤ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌 OF THE 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘚
𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 BY 𝘜𝘚
odyssey of connection,
luminous unity ✶ story shared,
whispered across galaxies
THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
TOMORROW BY TOGETHER12th ALBUM #PromiseTOGETHER
An— ५. echo
of dreams that ᠅
꒷ dare to
shine among thestars, 𖥔 to
searchedfor each 𐀔 other
in the quiet vastness of the night
21𝘚𝘛. 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘠. 2025
▭ ▭ ▭
𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎.
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Glitters. ✨️
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 21rd day of July, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @CampOfLachers
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 21rd day of July, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @CampOfLachers
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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should i be a full time tiktoker, mowi?
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Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #WeatherDiary
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა🪞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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