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β€œwhile away a stygian epoch in a kingdom of perpetual twilight, glitter curses into our velvet capes. catch us on @tikelunelia for cradle the world.” πŸ’Œ 𓏲 ΰΉ‹ΰ£­

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κ’° ─ within its walls, the air hums with the tension of two worlds colliding ΰ½Ώ tender lull of celestial hymns and the mournful β€œecho of forgotten dirges.” light drips like honey through stained glass, only to be devoured by the creeping dark that coils in every corner, radiance and ruin that never ceases.  πŸͺ½ Φ΄  Λ‘ π–₯”

πŸ‘£ β–Έ this is no mere fortress living paradox, breathing elegy to balance itself. a sanctuary for angels who have tasted despair, and demons who have glimpsed grace, where every heartbeat is a prayer and a curse entwined. +πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’! the throne at heart gleams with both promise and peril, awaiting the one who dares to rule the twilight between dream and dread, to wear both halo and shadow as a single crown. πŸͺ·

"𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐀π₯𝐲 πžπ§πœπ‘πšπ§π­π’π§π β€“πžπ­πžπ«π§πšπ₯π₯𝐲 𝐝𝐒𝐯𝐒𝐝𝐞𝐝." πŸ—π“‚ƒ the castle breathes half in light, half in shadow its soul forever suspended between the first sigh of dawn and the last whisper of midnight.

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π–Ή­ ΦΊβ­’ phantom’s trapped in a liminal state between two destinies, drifts through the veil of twilight as the fortress looms a spectral monument to contradiction. it the nexus where your sweetest reverie β™‘! collides with an obsidian, macabre truth, a castle of dualities standing unwavering at the crossroads of light and shadow

πŸ’­ ˖𓂃 one faΓ§ade glimmers with the tender hues of a dream spun from sugar and starlight: the other plunges into a descent of onyx despair, where whispers of the abyss curl like smoke through the halls. within this citadel of contradictions, a diminutive phantom reignsβ€”cloaked in whimsy and wickedness, half cherub, tricksterβ€”channeling the mischievous spirit of a Little Monster β™«β‚ŠΛš.

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β™«β‚ŠΛš. an intellect that defines the feminine experience across the globe. tike lunelia celebrate the nuanced strength together on this special day with five stars which is illit β™‘, change the impossible into a blueprint for future generations of women.

happy international women's day! from ILLIT and five amazing girls of Tike Lunelia β€· Noh Yunah, Park Minju, Sakai Moka, Lee Wonhee, Hokazono Iroha πŸͺ½ Φ΄  Λ‘ π–₯”

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π‘£Ώβ­’ whenever the eyes encountered a bunch of secrets they had kept locked away πŸ’Œβ­’ pieces of paper that slowly came alive as if they were connected into one πŸ—π“² ΰΉ‹ΰ£­

+πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’! quotation, lunelia: ”all that happened was merely a nightmare shrouded in darkness. theres no more beautiful rays of light, all that remains is suffocation, trapping it within that eerie castle.” πŸͺ½ πŸˆβ€β¬›οΈ 𓏲 ΰΉ‹ΰ£­
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αœŠβ­’ Ϋ« Φ΄ a banquet sits on white marble, youths gather round the bone table. hidden eyes flutter an ethereal embrace, revealing secrets in this hollow place. the thousand ocular prostheses never leave 🀍!

cachinnation recaps through the couloirs sounding as if splintering porcelain muffled by pink fume. the heaven alluded into a gambit and gingerly euthanize with octothorn #LuneliaLunaPhase to stay then become part of the furbishing πŸͺ½ Φ΄  Λ‘ π–₯”

𓍒  𝅄 Φ΄ πŸ•Šβ‹†.˚ 𓍒  𝅄 Φ΄ πŸͺ½β‹†.˚

☁️ ˖𓂃 κ£Ή CHIMERIC-MALICE PITH (PNG) πŸ•Έ

γ…€γ…€meets the angel and the seraph

𓍒  𝅄 Φ΄ πŸ•ΈοΈπŸ•·οΈβ‹†.˚ 𓍒  𝅄 Φ΄ πŸ•ΈοΈπŸ•·οΈβ‹†.˚

❀𓏲 ΰΉ‹ΰ£­ the glitz wells across the parquetry. every silhouette saps out with slender reaching the corners of peels wallpaper to reveal sylvan veins. it is a κ’° breathless beauty κ’± of gossamer threads and leaden incense

πŸ‘£ through the implied name remains, the @rjakeh bides in the cat's paw. a taciturn obeisance to the microscopic hands @luneliabot that helped bring this shimmering and haunted vision to life 🐾 β‚ŠΛš.

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Tortoiseshell With Pungence,
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