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A shift in emotion during a tense night, when silence pulses softly in the gaps of time. ★ ... 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, and the first traces of 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆 anew, filling the radiant, beautiful space. It is not merely a ballad that plays, but the aesthetic glow and the play of light that dwell within it. It affirms that the book is real and eternal, etched in indelible script that +𝟷𝟸.𝟺𝟹 “F͎a͎s͎h͎i͎o͎n͎ :͎ WONHEE I͎T͎’S͎ M͎E͎” ˑ 𖥔  truly exists. There is no room to look back let us step forward, in step with the rhythm and echoes of our voices. ↺ °
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A shift in emotion during a tense night, when silence pulses softly in the gaps of time. ★ ... 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, and the first traces of 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆 anew, filling the radiant, beautiful space. It is not merely a ballad that plays, but the aesthetic glow and the play of light that dwell within it. It affirms that the book is real and eternal, etched in indelible script that +𝟷𝟸.𝟺𝟹 “F͎a͎s͎h͎i͎o͎n͎ :͎ IROHA I͎T͎’S͎ M͎E͎” ˑ 𖥔  truly exists. There is no room to look back let us step forward, in step with the rhythm and echoes of our voices. ↺ °
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A shift in emotion during a tense night, when silence pulses softly in the gaps of time. ★ ... 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠, and the first traces of 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆 anew, filling the radiant, beautiful space. It is not merely a ballad that plays, but the aesthetic glow and the play of light that dwell within it. It affirms that the book is real and eternal, etched in indelible script that +𝟷𝟸.𝟺𝟹 “F͎a͎s͎h͎i͎o͎n͎ :͎ I͎T͎’S͎ M͎E͎” ˑ 𖥔  truly exists. There is no room to look back let us step forward, in step with the rhythm and echoes of our voices. ↺ °
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✁ ▹  𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗠𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚. ★

Shattered shards of glass scatter, falling to the ground, as if weaving back together the feelings that were once torn apart. Their return drags along the glint of lightning and a shroud of twilight that once again envelops everything, suggesting that, in the end, one can only rely on oneself. The door swings open, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔-𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓: until it brings @TikeLune’s YUNAH AND MINJU with ALAN: BIAS BATTLE together in a silent, palace-like duel on #ITS_ME. The scent of roses spreads once more, signaling that she has returned to embrace her true self. And that is enough to signify that “𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞” is 𝑚𝑒, not some other 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘. 🩹 ˓ 𓏲ִ

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✁ ▹  𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗠𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚. ★

Shattered shards of glass scatter, falling to the ground, as if weaving back together the feelings that were once torn apart. Their return drags along the glint of lightning and a shroud of twilight that once again envelops everything, suggesting that, in the end, one can only rely on oneself. The door swings open, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔-𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓: until it brings @TikeLune’s IROHA with Cutie Street's SANOAIKA &. MANABENAGISA together in a silent, palace-like duel on #ITS_ME. The scent of roses spreads once more, signaling that she has returned to embrace her true self. And that is enough to signify that “𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞” is 𝑚𝑒, not some other 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘. 🩹 ˓ 𓏲ִ

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✁ ▹  𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗠𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚. ★

Shattered shards of glass scatter, falling to the ground, as if weaving back together the feelings that were once torn apart. Their return drags along the glint of lightning and a shroud of twilight that once again envelops everything, suggesting that, in the end, one can only rely on oneself. The door swings open, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔-𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓: until it brings @TikeLune’s IROHA with Aespa's WINTER together in a silent, palace-like duel on #ITS_ME. The scent of roses spreads once more, signaling that she has returned to embrace her true self. And that is enough to signify that “𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞” is 𝑚𝑒, not some other 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘. 🩹 ˓ 𓏲ִ

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