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the year may be long gone, but its echoes remain, etched into the corners of our hearts like constellations faintly glowing in the distance. between the whispers of history and the weight of its quiet beauty, there lies a story not yet finished—a timeless symphony, waiting for a voice to carry it forward. (ink by myself at 2016 𑣿.)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
the year may be long gone, but its echoes remain, etched into the corners of our hearts like constellations faintly glowing in the distance. between the whispers of history and the weight of its quiet beauty, there lies a story not yet finished—a timeless symphony, waiting for a voice to carry it forward. (ink by myself at 2016 𑣿.)
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