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ㅤ🧊 ࣪ ׅ 【 ⁺ pocari sweat:
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤhealthy and fresh ֺ 💭៸៸ 𓊇..

ㅤ   𓂂𓊆 ❦ ⁝ #POCARIMAP 
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𖹭᪲ : 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝒐𝒇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬. 𓍢  𝅄 ִ
As the pale glow seeps upward, weightless footsteps slip through the hush, bearing enchantments that quietly swell and deepen. A hushed verse drawn from “ILLIT’s Pocari Sweat.” lingers as and omen of awakening, prying the seal from sleep. Muted claps echo as distant rites, bearing wirness that the day has been unearthed.

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ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤon #LUNELIA_PHOTO.

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𖹭᪲ : 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝒐𝒇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬. 𓍢  𝅄 ִㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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 “𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗛’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗜 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧” 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. ↺ °ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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𖹭᪲ : 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝒐𝒇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬. 𓍢  𝅄 ִㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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 “𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗨’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗜 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧” 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. ↺ °ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸼ Memory Stored,
ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤon #LUNELIA_PHOTO.

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𖹭᪲ : 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝒐𝒇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬. 𓍢  𝅄 ִㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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 “𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗔’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗜 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧” 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. ↺ °ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸼ Memory Stored,
ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤon #LUNELIA_PHOTO.