IT’S ME—RECORDING BY:
30. ILLIT 𓂃 play the beat 𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

⋆.˚ ✃ sharp, rhythmic pulse born from the
solemnity of reflection, where the ⁺˖ ꒱
quiet uncertainty following a hype of
transforms into a definitive epiphany 🦷

ᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕ traverse the intricate landscape of @TikeLune's ILLIT affection with a spirited, resolute declaration that commands your attention amidst fearless poise. ೀ ࣪ an eloquent and driving path toward the undeniable center of your devotion: #Its_Me ౨ৎ ⋆｡
                           

                           
IT’S ME—RECORDING BY:
30. ILLIT 𓂃 play the beat 𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

⋆.˚ ✃ sharp, rhythmic pulse born from the
solemnity of reflection, where the ⁺˖ ꒱
quiet uncertainty following a hype of
transforms into a definitive epiphany 🦷

ᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕ traverse the intricate landscape of @TikeLune's ILLIT affection with a spirited, resolute declaration that commands your attention amidst fearless poise. ೀ ࣪ an eloquent and driving path toward the undeniable center of your devotion: #Its_Me ౨ৎ ⋆｡
                           

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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 MINJU &. IROHA with Highlight's YOONDUJUN SUNBAENIM 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 NEXT TOMOYA 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 Choreographer YUMEKI 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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🕯𓍢 𝅄 𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗪-𝗩𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝒐𝒇
MNET MCOUNTDOWN, a profound apparition commences its ascent. ILLIT remains suspended at the liminal threshold where cosmic dust converges with the abyss—an assemblage of evanescent fragments crystallized in velvet precision. The ensemble navigates the choreography like gossamer filaments intricately interlaced 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢. Each shutter-click serves as a hallowed testament to the fugitive splendor of the current epoch .𖹭᪲ ۫ ꣑ৎ  .
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