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・ ・ ・ ✧ She is a home without a roof, sinking every water that cascades like a rainbow in each of their altitudes of his mezzanine.
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Finally, ‘Hello Future’ has been released! Make sure to stream their song, and give support to the NCT DREAM by leaving positive traces. Also, congratulations to NCT DREAM rp-ers, especially for my Jeno and Haechan, Edgar and Reyhan!

May it brings much happiness for you guys, Please always stay healthy during this current situation! Stream Hello Future, y’all!!!






⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗣.

❥ Huffling winds, and striking-but warm weather greets everyone with her presence. Cherishing the sphere by the exquisite topography she has. Stunning, thoroughgoing as she sauntered in her throne. Crunchy twigs that helps all and sundry to notice her presence in that place.

Daughter of the Empryean, will never stay forever even though her beauty is everlasting gorgeous and jaw-dropping. Greek Gods and Goddesses, mythological and illusory hallmarks that'll melt everyone, or maybe freeze them up? Colleen that stands out in the society without any glamourous stuff.

Entering the voorpret fete, cheerful yet classy at the same time. Changes her look as what she always want, once as a tremendous, then goin' to a woman that changes the world by just a step she take. Who would have know her name? Her duality, was quite mysterious and mystical. A Sovereign, anomalous as she escorts in everyone's heart, Yoo Jimin.


Gust of amour is encircle in the air! Me and my lover is in a superlative duty to denote our attachment. Commence from the aptitude to make each other feel loved, pouring by attention, and encase with rapture. Being with him everlastingly be my favorable vigor. A fondness to be amongst pulsation he regelates me, he knows how to waft me upon the firmament. Growing roseate blithesome within my bosom, turn my clarets into cranberry juice; his magic spell embellish me, perpetuity abides in my dwelling.

Been one month since the day I answered him with a lovely yes, we've spent each torque merrily. Subsist a canonical exhilaration in my marrow, prosperous besieging me, thus, I met him. With a broad curvature in his lips, Sirius endows us delightly. Elated to see the amour amidst us, we longing to beyond of the infinitude. Delegated by Deity, his labor is much more than nurture gaiety in my lungs, as well dampen misery. Propitious to be his devote, I love him with the fraught of my heart.

I love you so much more, Edgar.

Our first 16,
Isabella Dietrich.

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𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘: He is somewhat something I could never bid heedlessly.
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Amorous no one but her, discern that all she has for the whole ball is her own. Inside her moribund crown, it graced a piece by piece, she envisages to querida of herself. Uttering one's farewells o'the grudges in arrears and amass her esse to manifest the sphere who she is. Set forth her deformities and foible, relinquish all the facade. Loathe all her guts to precedence sodality, therefore proffering her some juncture to salve all over the predicament. Nothing is more far-reaching, but her being. The mirror make headway, beaming as herself grinning for the veridical.
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Descrying through the undercroft, only an attestation of a mortal I'll never agnize. A mistress with nothing to clothe oneself in like her juvenility. The the beau monde dissolving her into agony, along with her silhouette are embellishing the balderdash to her own discernment. The woman cried as it loiter her in a conception from savvy a beggar of deliberation from every mortal betide. Laid descry on someone, undertaken so adamantine to galvanize but none of them encompass herself. None seems to fathom the lady, inclusive of herself.

Forges the tempest of her esse, when she elected not to detach herself after failure to retain the frolic. Her fortifies are thorough, as all the disrelish towards the colleen retains brashing her to the bourn. Teardrops keep cascading when she undertaken such impectus with no elucidate to herself. The mirror dishearted, waxing the spasm she mauled when she never ascertained. Posterior to the twinge, comes her reification. All about herself embellished regardful of, the damsel herself now the occurrences.


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ㅤㅤA GRASP CARESSED BY AN ANGEL.
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ଘ The everlasting beauty, a dame who rules the nation of herself, the one who inherits her duty by the right of glamour. She is more than enough to navigate a holy to insanity or an emperor down to his knee, only to praise her noble distinguished grace. None of any words in this world can describe her magnificent life. there she goes, from her head to her toes, it's such a perfect epitome of de toute beauté. Nothing is perpetual in this nation, not even the hidden spell of immortal spirit. But, everything will change once the deity Nirvana is here. One of the extensively remarkable notions in all of scripture of prophecy that the Goddess of delight knows each of her detail, she is on the Goddess’ mind almost all the time. Every one of the Lord adores her, none of them wants her to be taken off from their splendor sight. The unassailable damsel who's in charge of prospering the adorable pink monarch among the other emperor, Son Juyeon.
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・ ・ ・ ✦ 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆.
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A grace shall commemorate the enormous day for welfare. A pulchritude that has now entreat for its' path to the bosom for her votaries, she is somewhat a splendour that is chiseled throughout her slant and I can't be much obliged to utter how I am so jolly the fetch with her flairs and convictions. Such rendition she hauled for all of us with her group, but today she has something to utter for us to hark heedful and revel.

Happy birthday to the most ardent, solicitous, and heart-upbeating, my dearest 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒐! As she waxes into senescent and sagacious, I do yearn that the woman may fetch glee throughout her remarkable day, and may everyone that has been such a sweetheart to the woman, fetch beams throughout the day. As it has turn into a notable day contemporarily, I would also habe a pipe dram that she would have an admonishment of a bash with her loved ones, get to pirouette without constraint and have a vocation that no one would expect she'd have in the future. May the triumph brought her into something finer ahead.


A devote I have for my esse has compelled its' sorcery only for the man whom I adourn the most. Have you descry him in awhile unescorted by my grasp falling on his periphery? Everything was azure for us, the jeans he used which I besotted the most from his glance, a pair of behold that would delurge me like the ocean, and his watch that would tell me how tardy are we out of town to savour the blasé day. Everything was green for each of our psyches, the glass that I procured when the first time I took a glimpse of him on the avenue, the karaoke latitude when I chanted him my preferred euphony, and the wristlet that we used for our mortal coil's vow.

Him, the devoted love I ardour the most. I familiarize oneself with so much from him, the moment when I see his gleaming descry as it glisters the most fulgurous orbs among the thousand watts of luminescences, besieging our path to be on one's feet a thousand miles foremostly. A tedious way to surf within the coastline, nevertheless as long as I grasp your palms encompassing the ring you've oathed your whole flesh to, I'd like to saunter all the way to the place of the uncharted. Gratitude to the unfathomable odyssey I've spent so amiably and much-obliged to utter for our kids in the long run.

It was rainbow so unforeseen, with the ablazing star bestrewed around. 🦢🎞
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡: I shall devote myself for you and sacrifices what it takes to spend a lifetime with you.
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i love you so much more, edgar.


✧˖* The veracity is untold, I am the sentiment of perfection, disguised by a wall of impeccabilities. Which now has been demolished by my unbounded scape to descry myself. ₊˚✧ ₊˚.༄


But somehow an esse liften up the way i descry the sphere, bestowing me the whole vista to behold the world from the veiled spectacles. A reflector manifested how come the sphere has delineated us such devotion and delight to be dividend. A countenance of ours which we established a chagrin but indeed, one and only to be executed within decades, no one could mimeograph of who I am. A grasp caressed by an Angel, remited by the God to unveil me such a clear scenery of who I am all across, a conqueror without a pelisse to be undressed away. A beam of thousand watts that can bring dawn to someone's nocturned.


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The gospel of veracity is, no one really savvies me, even myself. A lot of jingles sprinting here and there just so they would scrutinize the euphony. A blague come foremost for none to be sniggered at but my timorousness. All my grasped emboldening have ardour the way my facade lost lustre away. Can't be striked as a let go all of the tenebrosities all along which passed the esplanade of my beam. Every pule has created a streamlet of agony, which none seem to be nettled by my capers on its' best.


𖥔 ݁ ˖ଘ Everytime she seats around the corner, all she had was everyone, even everything was taking a glimpse of her moves. This was such a rave every gal would have been long generally known, which should have given the idea to another. Everyone wished to see what all and sundry found so well worth seeing, and they agreed to go after this party, chusing some fine morning seeing the lady that drove them thither.

She was unpretendingly tranquil. It was supposed to be solemnise discreetly, she wished. She never asked the prominence, even she still be on one's feet elegantly, infinitely superior to the bustle and buttress, feeling like a parade from paradise whilst everyone seem to be amused by her. Such schemes as these are nothing without the qui vive it deserves. Even she is a woman of good-nature, which dress as a melancholy stagnation in everybody's glimpse. ༉ ‧₊

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