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EST. 2020: An intergalactic space base which soars through the galactic expanse, swiftly illuminating the Milky Way's vast constellations. Galaxy Base, at your disposal! 🚀
Launch Center: @ SEE YOU!
Cosmic Essentials & Reports: @.GalaxysRobot.

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And here we go, Galaxiers! 🚀 We’re already arrived at the end of my shift today it’s really wonderful to catch up with you, and proudly i say gladly to be able serve and reach the destination with you safely. Worry or—not If there’s a mistake during my shift today don’t feel hesitation to reach our bot again. Now the moment has come for MinSha to bid a farewell and look forward seeing you again on my next shift, now rest well and take care till i meet you again Galaxiers! 🩷💫




SHROUDED VEIL OVER
FRACTURED PREVALENCE:
@MAITANM.)
A QUIETDE DOOM.
🫀 

Mist rows around my bones, crawling like a phantom lover. It smothers the breath in my lungs and lingers where warmth should be. Is there a soleil beyond this pallid abyss? I do not remember the blaze, only the hush of buoyant hands pressing against my skull. My steps are feathery, lost to the whispering murk. There is no path, only an endless drift through nothingness. 

ㅤ   But   Who   Needs   A   Body,   When   ㅤㅤThe
ㅤ       Soul   Has   Turned   To   Brume?


GASP BATTEN BLOCKING THE THROAT. TORTURE FELT LIKE MANY THORNS GROWING SKEWER AND ERODING EACH OTHER. @ASAENAMlI🫀

✶ Misery began to fill the mind—discomfort cursed with full impetus, bolt from a fragile and dependent soul. Difficult to move. entirety began to look sable, gloom began to invade at zenith dash, leaving the blaze trying to break down the door of murk. There is no zephyr bluster, tightness and stuffiness filled the psyche. Life has vanished, dead trees and carcasses are scattered everywhere. The moon, which was reluctant to shine beautifully, began to show its scary appearance. Not a glimmer of light could penetrate, no living creature could survive here.

“i do anything to find the lambent, even if I have to give up my whole soul to meet the fluorescent. I will give my breath to be with you, I will give my soul and torso to be with you.

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Taks At Hand. ㅤAppearance involving gloomy skies functions as innocuous signals that evokeㅤglimpses ofㅤtransgression.  Sole of shoe vestiges o’ languishingㅤremorse survive @Hyunseos.

ㅤCATCH 555. HOW-DO-YOU-DO?!!
⬮LIMBS OF FRAMEWORK. ﮩﮩ٨ـ
ㅤ“Cradle fenders whilst.. ” UNKNOWN?!. DECIDED: R.E.T.I.R.E—B.A.C.K—I.N.I.T.I.A.T.I.V.E. ıllı (NODUS 1189) MISCHIEF—MAKER!!



ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ❘❙ ❚ ❙❘ ❙ ❚ ❙❘ ❙ ❚ ❙❘


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In a world where hues dissolve
Into Ash, he drifts through the
Stillness, hoping to encounter
A companion who values the
Serenity of quiet spaces.

“ Not for extravagant displays or loud discourse, but for someone who finds comfort in— the subtle moments and understands that bonds are often forged in silence. @SfhinyuA friend who cherishes the tranquility of unspoken understanding. ” If you find solace in muted tones and seek a connection in the quiet ; perhaps you are the one he’s destined to meet.


WALKING IN THE GARDEN, DEWY BLADES OF GRASS COOLING BENEATH MY FEET BARE WAS ICY; PEACH AND ROSE HUES DOMINATED THE SKY WITH THE COLD OF THE AFTERNOON. 🪷🦋

          ㅤSea-like sections of pink tulips lay ahead of me, softly calling to the wind in whispers of petal. I had always pictured flowers talking in their own language-the need for companionship perhaps was known to them too. 

          With  each  step,  I  pictured
           someone  accompanying
           me  to  share,  in  laughter, 
           a  conversation  as ────
           ephemeral  as  did  the 
           petals  twirl  in  the  breeze.

Down the perfumed gales heavy with flowers, @euncahae smiled, hoping somewhere beyond the garden; a soulmate exists-out there, someone like me, who craves friendship as fragile yet timeless as the open flowers. 🌟



ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠtide reeled you in closer,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠan obvious blue hue
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠbegan to paint all of you,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠand fear seeped into your veins.

you sought out a garden in which you could fly free, witnessing all of the beauty i dared to call, me. but to your horror, it was flooded, the ground beneath gone, gutted, a chasm leading the way into my heart: @HOONlIE 𓈒♡∔ིྀ

like an enchanted love elixir, i feel your sweet and delicious poison run through my cursed veins, I PRAY THAT IT DOES NOT KILL ME

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.   ⋆ ・˳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⋆  .  ⋆・. ⠀⠀˳ . ⋆⠀⠀.

i need your endearing love to bring me back to life, as i longingly drink your love, deeply into my heart.. mind, body, and soul. will you come and save me? 
⠀⠀


                                 ...       ‘PERSISTENT
                                                MELANCHOLY        ..



            ❨ 🕷 ❩ 
    ( VAMPIRE     ::   💀 ..  POISONOUS
     VAPOURS, Page 4512 .. Chapt. III )
    • “Dungeon, Dragging Loathsome¿

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       ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
I PROWL THROUGH THE DARKNESS WITH AN INSATIABLE THIRST. The moon is my witness, the stars my silent companions as I move unseen, drawn to the rhythmic pulse of life that beckons me closer. Their Essence Calls To Me! ⓘ A symphony of crimson coursing through fragile veins, the very nectarI was cursed to crave.

          I am the hunter, the predator draped
          in sophistication, lurking in the
          twilight, my gaze fixed upon the
          ones whose blood will sate me—if
          only for a moment.  (  @XICPUNLI,
                 A Creature Of The Abyss. )  • •
                                                       


So someday there's a person searching for something (because so bored) and finally found something, just see what happen next
Kriiing...Kringgg ☎️
"Hi there, emerie fawn here do you need something"
"I need something"
"What do you need?"
"Umm i need a FRIENDDD, PLEASE!"
"Well you go to a right person, me i can be your cool friend" 😎

So contact @rorah if you need something, i can be:
1. Your forever BESTie 💖
2. Your BFF 🫀
3. Your BEST Friend ❤️
4. Your FAMILY

What are you waiting for, go knock her door! 😬 don't shy because she wont bite you, it's always open neeways 😎☎️



SCENT–LADEN angel tide on my leather mane, you cloud luncheons when you be housed. westwards bourn relaxed, momentary and tortoiselike on the light of nature. we descend each other ’s behind delicate my laurels. copsewood. echo. soporose. mignotte swards our bed of coals. you made cavernous seraph. emmets are comedown on our queue, my petite escapade with warmest splendour. we are tears gleam on our scene, evasive daylily and scented flower perfecter than a song. you expertise peach is ashamed, and dreams my heinie, @mzinji. 🪷🪽²⁰


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     ricocheting through livelihood equally
     skyflare with tireless plaiting miraculous
     glitterbombing lulls trice within exile. 🐭♥️ 

“i’ll drag you into a downpour just to see who is still spinnin.” ✱ nebula of outlandish muses knitted together alongside filaments of kismet, glinting flashier rather than sparkfly hooked in midsummer squall. that was @naoirei, bona fide renegade of unremarkable also outfitted accompanied pump replete of nerve, withheld to be tied friendship with me ✉️. 

bubbly clairvoyant, jittery yarn–spinner and 100% zealous swivelling humdrum through supernatural. she fluctuates between worlds of astonishment, forfeiting mark of extraordinary florics: scintillating tomfoolery.

                rires émeutiers et chaos           
     flutters betwixt galactic trickery    
      tenacity—hatch nutty tactics beneath
    moonshine, howl until constellations seem
      blah in parallels. 🍀 (3—6 landmark days)

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Whose salvation tastes so holy it long shivers to a sacred house, no halo could foresee the terrible misdeed her wings have given / So her tears took the form of a deviant feather / So she yearns for omen in mouth that reek of corrupted carcasses / So if she no longer stayed holy and divine, would there be a day when salvation arises? 🪽𝄞
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ ˖ 🪷¹⁸  ྀི ┆ Spills out a─sweet puff of minty light.

(POURS OUT A GENTLE STREAM OF SPARKLES..) ✿ In the heart of the park, a little girl twirled with uncontainable joy, her spirit radiating like the golden sun at dawn. Dressed in a baby blue shirt and soft white pants, she moved with the effortless grace of a butterfly, her every step an echo of innocence and wonder.

ㅤ“Sending a warm..ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤglow that dances
through the air ᡣ𐭩🪽 ˚₊

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like tiny fireflies.”

🍋‍🟩🐭🎀♡ Her long, dark hair, framed by playful bangs, fluttered in the wind, while her pink, plump lips curled into a smile that seemed to illuminate everything in its path. Her chubby cheeks, round and rosy, puffed with laughter as she skipped and spun, her bubbly nature casting a warmth over all who watched—like the tender embrace of a spring day.

☻: With a heart brimming with kindness, @qSquirtle reached out to the world, inviting anyone nearby to join in her playful adventure, offering friendship as freely as the breeze that dances through the trees, promising simple joy and boundless companionship. ౨ৎ ⁺ ◌


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Chaste / Rosemary Clementine / Sheen.
(II-Vivid, 22. Tangible Solemn Eternity.)
💧🦷 🎼
For omen, every elucidation astir Angel’s plunges into an opaque mortal pledge. The roots are cleave separated, not sore, marked amidst solitude. My conscience bleeding amidst pathetic ivory &. Every midnight I intended the longing camaraderie-tale. My solicit is to kiosk up / Thus enhance accord about poems: @CSAKAI. ㅤㅤ░░░░ ░░


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In the delicate tapestry of existence, where ephemeral moments intersect and paths cross in strange ways, seek out kindred spirits, those whose hearts beat in unison with mine. To seek such company is to hunger for people who embrace life's joys and victories as well as its hardships and tribulations, realising that true connections are formed through vulnerability and authenticity. For in a world full of fleeting encounters, it is the enduring, those united by mutual respect and unflinching loyalty, who illuminate the route forward.

(WITH UNWAVERING DEDICATION, THE EDGE OF FATEFUL AND A HEART OPEN, @ANPTON.)
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UPON REACHING A BACKYARD:
I am welcomed by a mesmerizing sight—soft moonlight shine In every petals of the flowers. I sense an desire for discovery the rear garden. Walk gently on the gentle grass, moving towards where the moon shines as a resplendent view. Under moon's and star sheen radiance: “I, feel a connection with the universe through the beauty of this night, where the moon and roses serve as silent witnesses of my yearning and the tranquilty.” Sense of isolation becomes a loyal companion on this tranquil night. In the quiet of the night, I meditate my life and existence in the wideranging cosmos. Every word and stanza of the poetry resonates deeply in the enthralling silence of the night, 1995.


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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Wires Pulling ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ while we're breathing. ㅤㅤ𖣇

ㅤㅤWe;ㅤTalked about making it, you knew you had a reason. It killed you like diseases. (Mr. Know-it-all had his reign and his fall) 𖤍.

ㅤㅤㅤStraight to hell–listen to every word he's speaking. I, &. @Lyuma the way they're creaking. Having trouble in believing. I just started seeing light at the beginning of the tunnel. Every word they say to me, i just pray the wires aren't coming.. /ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ


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A SHADOW ADRIFT, UNTETHERED AND LOST. WHAT A ROTTEN SOUL I’VE BECOME: l Once whole, I’ve now cracked wide, a broken soul with nowhere to hide, feasting on bones and drinking crimson hymn in a world unknown. Yet amidst this hunger, a fragile plea burns within me. If these brittle hands could hold a pen, I’d write of loss and what could have been. I seek neither prey nor fearful cries but truth beneath bloodied, longing to carve a name into my hollow chest—not to destroy but to mend, to soothe the wounds that never end. Can a name in blood mend a shattered heart? Or will I remain the forsaken, adrift, a shadow mistaken?

I AM, @WGONBIN SEARCHING FOR A PLAC. A FLEETING GRACE AMONG SOULS / Can A Broken Thing Find Art?
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