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( 📖 : ⌚️ ) …”In the depth where time itself has stopped, the shepherds of oblivion weave their underground tapestry.” Apathy and failure, characterize its few strands with the lines of depression and nothingness that are enveloped in hopelessness as much as they are complex as the darkness of hopelessness.
🗯 “黑暗 —— […] USERNAME” They
murmur cryptic philters along with
the resonance that creates the spirits
of undisclosed in the stinking draft.
•
• @bxeruang
• @saebijeoeng
( 因而, AS NIGHTENGLE FADES AND TIME. )
📹 : slips away into the vast unknown, dreams
envelop the morrow into mystery. In the tiple of
despair, the ashen spirits of the damned linger;
within the eyeballs of the damned is the reflection
of disappeared brightness.
But they are, in the dark, the memories of what
once dwell but still shine in the constant sorrow.
❌
( 📖 : ⌚️ ) …”In the depth where time itself has stopped, the shepherds of oblivion weave their underground tapestry.” Apathy and failure, characterize its few strands with the lines of depression and nothingness that are enveloped in hopelessness as much as they are complex as the darkness of hopelessness.
🗯 “黑暗 —— […] USERNAME” They
murmur cryptic philters along with
the resonance that creates the spirits
of undisclosed in the stinking draft.
•
• @bxeruang
• @saebijeoeng
( 因而, AS NIGHTENGLE FADES AND TIME. )
📹 : slips away into the vast unknown, dreams
envelop the morrow into mystery. In the tiple of
despair, the ashen spirits of the damned linger;
within the eyeballs of the damned is the reflection
of disappeared brightness.
But they are, in the dark, the memories of what
once dwell but still shine in the constant sorrow.
❌