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WOOSH 🚀 the day just flew by in a blink! can't believe we've wrapped up our concert at tokyo dome already. it was such a blast! so many funny and sweet little stories to tell. like this photo right here, right after the show, i grabbed ko norbury's wonbin for a cool shot together. i mean, when do we not? and then.. he showed up. yep, morsevic's anton, asking me to snap a few photos for him to proudly show his family later. well, what can i say? we've been doing pretty great these past two days, right, pupones? hope you're all living your days well and keeping your hearts full of energy. aishiteru~ ♥️
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Hello, Gritnoise. Tonight, I, Gritner's Woonhak, went out with Norbury's Sarang. And it turned into one of those nights I know I'll want to replay in my head over and over. We walked around the neighborhood, just talking about random things while our shadows followed us on the pavement. She crouched down to meet this curious cat, and i caught myself smilling like an idiot. Also i took a picture of her while she was taking a picture of the cat. Guess what? I had a bunch of flowers I’d picked up earlier! And seeing her smile when I gave them to her made it worth it. We ended up holding hands, talking about nothing and everything, before meeting a tiny dog that stole her attention 🤣. Nothing fancy, no big plans… just a simple night with her.

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(𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘙) / Ring—Ring! They Would’ve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? 🕸️🦇

Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....

Page of Grief: Unfortunately—hiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. “We're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!” They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared. 

Greetings, Noctrum! I am called (NAME), registered under the number (ID). The face I wear, borrowed or chosen, is known to some as (Park Jongseong/Shim Jaeyun/Park Sunghoon). I offer this as record, in hopes it reaches those who still remember what we are. VERITAS ANTE TIMOREM!

Hand your form to @NoctruumBot You’ve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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