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#INFP. metronome has scuttle out until the edge of the round. eminences bios have been mailes handily, yet i sincerely apologize if there are some bios that have obstacle. i am everlasting gratitude for the enthusiasm of the fervor in enlivening my shift. daily reminder: you are extremely marvelous and have done your best as well, amidst the dash of my chore i hope it can ameliorated your mood and painted an enormous smile on you. catch you on the next shift, moods!

P.S i missed you guys so much and happy belated new year! do not forget to persuade your comrades to subscribe to @CohesionBase. ♥️


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latched your attendance there i will come,
’&. itty–bitty brimmed on loved shaped.


(♡: ENTWINED!) shatter purlieu minuscule, nestled ’tween unsettle hills with sonorous virile. our burnish smile fondness to ensnare with delicate lace that charleston around us like whispers of roseate. cradle serpentine ribbon tinted amidst entangled roseate-frills. fondle her ardent, would you?

despite luminous that surrounded, yet i was profound a wisdoms of loneliness: longing for comrades. embrace our whimsical odyssey. a close-knit withal camaraderie who entwine the pursuance of lushes prairie bordered our crossroad. crafting tale with fortitude, glance abundant of comrade beneath the sprawls branches copse. yearned our gathering in the sun-drenched fields, weave daisy chains and forge adorned enthrone: ’𑣿 (frosted-roses). withal taciturn nearest glimpse, amidst the clothesline will pirouette, @haxnni!


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      メ   NEBULOSITY INBETWIXT
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WRAITH─DISQUIET! ━╋━ MISPLACED. “Illusion.”  ;  MANSION (+821) CITIZENRY. /


Tread on the precipice of the Abyssal Chasm, encounter mortality's enticement, gaze into the void of eternity with steadfast eyes, discern the inscrutable darkness, and feel the frigid clutch of death's final exhalation upon one's brow.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ  ...ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ       ㅤ...
"PERISHED─INTO─OBSCURITY"

The sinuous roots of venerable, timeworn trees intertwined beneath a canopy of shadows, their ancient wisdom whispered through the underbrush. Ethereal light emanated from phosphorescent mushrooms, casting an otherworldly glow upon the forest floor. In this twilight realm, the veil separating the worlds grew tenuous, unraveling with each passing moment.

〔 SPACE: @KimMinkyu's HALL 〕

ㅤㅤ ENSORCELLED  /  ..   V   (STOOD)
ㅤㅤ .. 🔭  TENEBROUS TOXIN,1441.
ㅤㅤ “Tis Chronicle We Destined To Be.”   

  ㅤ   ㅤ   -ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-ㅤ-
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MY CLEMATIS, MY TENDER LULLABY. LET THE LACKLUSTRE FEATHERS TOUCH US BONELESSLY, TO CONNECT OUR BRIDGE.

I rot beautifully, wandering to nowhere with mournful interlude. Beckon together. I keep escaping from the nightfall, to not meet my true self, intertwined with naked madness. Because, the cage burned me long. Though, I never trust myself to surrender and despair. Abandoned me for thousands of times, but, my hands remain faithful to climb. Crossing all the turbulence, I am forever ached and cursed by lonesome dove. Thus, dearest, let’s entwine our hands and fingers: to help me escape from this hell, instead of make it worsen. I promise you an inseparable bond, place where nothing could dismember our fetters nor souls, it’s immortal in our heads.

Through tattered mountain, this time, I won’t let the agonizing stars meet our existence. Until our bruises rebound themselves and I finally bloom without despondency beneath my psalm. From now, I am an eternal child. However, to fulfill the yearning in my arms, I need to discover your solitude paradise first.

I bemired this memoir,
FRAGILE DANDELION.
 


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ㅤㅤㅤ BETWEEN THE ASHEN SKY
ㅤㅤㅤAND THE LAST WHIMPER OF
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A SHATTERED-HEART
.

The sky wept as I fell, its tears carving rivers into my wings. I landed where despair thrives—where shadows whisper secrets and the ground remembers every soul that touched it. Here, the silence isn’t quiet; it screams of forgotten promises and dreams undone.They told me the fall would bring oblivion. But I learned it’s far crueler to live through the echoes of what was. I am here, a fragment of something once divine, searching for light among the wreckage. Yet, even in this desolation, @Karoumi found something unbroken. Those who reached through the ash and the ruin. Those who made me believe there’s still beauty in being alive.

(Oh, Forlorn Angels,
ㅤㅤ lift me through the abyss.)


        

IMPRESSED TREASON ঔ TURMOIL BEHAVIOR
(Written Under the Will.) / I who was shaking underneath the turmoil that occurred, showed an affair that was never accepted in the world. Wondering that occasion to reveal a truth furthermore naivety regarding someone who never had turmoil in amorousness with one person nonetheless an affair. Under the turmoil, delving into and epiphany. (@HAERIJ) ✺ Reminding nevertheless refusing, wallowing in a sense of ignorance, helpless because the heart is corrupt—you, give a wound. The turbulent realization, although pounding but so deep.

        


                            She glides through shadows 
                         while sorrow consumes its own, 
                 bathed in the glow of destruction’s song 
                                   (@Xiaothng

Whispers of grief seep through veils of night, 
etched in melancholic symbols. The heavens fracture, 
unraveling cosmic tenderness into the embrace of 
serpentine clarity. Threads intertwine into 
catastrophic verses, solidifying within the layers 
of time’s descent. Her gaze embodies the 
darkened melody, reflecting the abyss— 
impenetrable yet heavy with silent knowing. 
Radiant ruins encircle her like mournful crowns, 
ghostly stars illuminating the sanctum of decay. 

                  ETERNAL SWAMP OF TWILIGHT’S
                     LAMENT OBSCURE YET DIVINE.


Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish
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pretentiousness utopian herald through this heavenly junctureㅡoutrageous souls.. ✼
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ㅤㅤ ⓘ all hailed to spreads beguile
xiㅡquoth : dame amrousness
to paintings sincere pharseology

𖢷 and the sentiment
        she bestows them

ㅤ ㅤ        ㅤ..ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤovergrown poetically
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✒️ with huge love


𔓘.. lavishly momentum: sacchrine souls thus gorgeous dame, within those kaleidoscope of aspirations, yearns nought ordinary kinship she stood while utter pharsesㅡorchestrate a symphony of togetherness as diverse as the constellations above.

             𐚈.. she asked, murmur admist
             solely poetry through dainty
                panorama.. @KimYeri ʼ

╱.. wholeheartedly, do bequath her ravishing invitations to ouevre magnificent relations vizㅡcamaraderie. felt an astonishing onto never-ending merriment..𔘓 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ


ㅤㅤㅤ✶ blooming beauty: rising from the mud. 🪷
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(flourishing through adversity.)


in the midst of life’s trials, the lotus blossom stands as a potent emblem of resilience and grace. ascending triumphantly from murky waters, it serves as a reminder that we can conquer adversity. likewise, camaraderie flourishes when we embrace openness and share our experiences. by connecting genuinely with others, we transform our difficulties into collective journeys filled with support and joy.

as we navigate through life’s intricacies, let us draw inspiration from the lotus. together, we can rise above the muck, forging connections that illuminate our paths and enhance our lives. in the voyage of friendship, may we always discover beauty waiting to flourish amidst the challenges.

penned by tender heart, @phaurita 💌


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
STAR ROVING: A LAMENT OF SOLITUDE.

Through the endless void, I drift—a wanderer among the stars, cursed with the weight of solitude. The universe is vast, yet I am small, lost in its infinite silence. No hand to hold, no voice to call my name. The galaxies burn with indifference, their beauty mocking the emptiness within me.

Here I am, seeking new souls to fill this void. I am @Antozn, a shadow searching for light, a heart yearning for connection.

Dare you take the leap? Dare you reach out and risk the sting of shared vulnerability? Let us become a beacon in the dark—a supernova of souls burning brightly against the eternal black. I seek not perfection nor pretense; I seek only your truth, raw and unfiltered, to match my own. So, come closer. Let us shatter the silence together. Let us defy the universe’s cold indifference. For in the embrace of another, even the most desolate star rover may find solace.


ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤTROUGH SCENARIOS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"A chapter worthy of kindred souls,
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤforevermore entwined in grace."


Descending into the deepest solitude, where shadows turn feverish, and silence broods, a darkness that chokes withside lethiferous sway, haunting the souls of those near its sway. But when folded into a fragile calm, its quiet births echoes, lost and forlorn, unveiling whispers unspoken, unknown, a world of secrets, now gently born.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt wasn’t just musingsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthat haunted the mind,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbut evidence true,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfrom memories entwinedㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ


And so, that loneliness altered its face, seeking places to wander, to roam, to embrace. Grasping at threads never felt before, holding ideas unnamed, an unnamed lore. For in this place where silence abides,
@KimJaeyeong shall be your guide, a light by your side.


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmischievous-sprite. ♡
                   🛋 . (‘blossoming roses.)

“a symphony of pure joy”
  the day unfolded like a captivating
  story, each chapter filled with
  unexpected twists and turns. i
  encountered a myriad of
  fascinating individuals, each one a
  unique tapestry of experiences and
  emotions. (&.) ⭐️☃️ ˑ𓂃 i engaged in
  stimulating conversations, my mind
  expanding with each new
  perspective.

(✿.)   II, sparkling-eyes  ... “🧤📆🪽;

  savored the simple pleasures of
  life, the warmth of the sun on my.
  skin, the gentle caress of the wind,
  the beauty of a blooming flower. (&.)
  𐚁‌. 📖🔭 (’@kuibinm) ✉️ — as
  the day drew to a close, I retreated
  to my sanctuary, my heart filled
  with gratitude for the blessings
  that had been bestowed upon
  whirlwind ⌟ ୭ৎ. 🐈


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THE SHROUD OF APPREHENSION EVAPORATES, REPLACED BY AN EMBER OF INQUISITIVENESS.


No longer resigned to be a passive onlooker of converging journeys. A serene resolve settles in, permeating the atmosphere with expectancy, as though any instant could bring transformation.

IS RELUCTANCE TRULY WANING?
THE DAYLIGHT APPEARS MORE RADIANT, THE SHADOWS GENTLER. A REFLECTIVE AWAKENING.

The world stirs gently, the quiet punctuated by birds’ melodies as if heralding a luminous vista. The sun beams more vividly; there’s a cozy warmth in the zephyr. Thus, we extend ourselves, venturing into new circles, urging all to unite and bond. Who can say? These encounters may blossom into alliances that deepen in ways unforeseen.
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BLACK VOID, DESOLATION IN MOON-ECLIPSED. (@BJINWOO.)

The blue pill in my hand like a secret, a sapphire teardrop on a cold anvil. Yes, I speak in the wilted tongues of violets, their crushed petals pressed between the ribs of my chest. Their purple bruises smear my breath, did the river once love the driftwood it tossed onto its banks? Did the algae love the stone it painted slick and green? Bless the salt-stung tongues. Bless the bones that ache beneath this weight of living; spilling in thick rivulets, slow as honey. I am no river, no algae, no stone—only the rot that creeps into the cracks, filling what was already fractured. When my tears carve valleys into my cheeks, tell me, starmaker, do violets grow where angels fall?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎


(LOS ANGELES, 2000) ╱ MXCIII.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖮𝖫𝖣 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖠇.. Audible Serenade.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖠𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ   𝖽𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

Howsever, the Nirvana sounds mellifluous—penetrates through her ears, deliberately amuse her inner-soul to be delicate and pulchritudinous. Immersed alongside the dithyrambic wanderlust athwart blustering windswept circuitous zephyr, she watched her miustache vibrissa fluttering. Astraddle the abbey road, rotates in the midst of amphitheater boulevard she keep on looking for jammed horde with multitude society aimed to escape from tormenting forlornness. Approaching @Jisuu to discover what she ausculate to, all this hours, and assist the abandoned kind-hearted psyche of her to regain self-assurance, and determining comradeship.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗘 ╱ “Luxuriance preview.”
ㅤㅤWEALTH ANCESTRY (..) 1980!

Metensomatosis pertinacious sphere, walking upon the bridge o’ triumph. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter never shall his clover die.


On pinnacle of superiority table: Thou eyne wander. The exhibition of unimaginable richness, the countless that inherits this aristocratic juvenile. As he walked down the bridge, he keeps blazoning the atmosphere by flaunting the handsomeness through his smile beaming.

Gratifying pleasure-loving glimmering golden shades around the greuenhaft hedonistic extravaganza which is displayed midst luscious centerfold o’ his mansion—ostentatious bravura presenting the eye-pleasing melanochrysus arrayal: Everyone’s bewitched by his wealthy ostentation that none couldn’t resist. @Hyunsxuk solely showing the pedantry which able to attract every people coming into his territory. Henceforth, your presence is wonderfully awaited, by this glitterati prime man.
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SLAUGHTERHOUSE OF BUTCHERED SOULS. / WHERE THE MEANING OF HER BEING IS EATEN OUT AND DINES ATOP A PECKISH MAW. 𓋜
  
Tears, a dense river now quickened by the gaping rents in her flesh pooled below her in a grotesque display of so-called ruthlessness. The limbo living in her brain—rent-free only becomes her salvation memory by the abyss’ relentless grip—dilemma pours the tragic sorriness along the slumbers in its claimed body. Gashes and slashes of tears carries the severe weight of grief like a pen that lines paper with dial @LizzKim: love’s cruel deceit. The house of despair where glooms twist with the putrid scent of trim, rip, bleed in hell! A morbid lingered to her suffering hissed and popped as it hit the cold, unfeeling ground. Her errant descent has tossed her into a chasm of unspeakable fear, stripped bare by the cruel hands of fate, she is left exposed to the bitter sting of lovelorn torment.
      


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((the mission i long for unfolds 🍎🥛.))

the chirping of birds resonates like a melody, infusing me with motivation to embrace a new morning. as i grasp my wooden basket, i prepare to gather fresh apples to share with all my beloved friends. yet, a frown crosses my face as i realize i have no companions to enjoy these crisp apples with. i stroll around the village, continuing to collect apples for potential new friends! how delightful! with each person i encounter, i ask, “would you like to be my friend? i’ll treat you to these fresh apples!” or “come to my home @grotae!”

i’ll offer you fresh apples, and you’ll be my friend forever! 🌳🍎⭐️


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤACCELERATOR PRESSED, RACE TAKE UP
ㅤㅤㅤㅤWITH ESCALATING TENSION.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎫 ( 1998, ––– | ••• HOLD. )

ㅤ┃ㅤHe became more aggressive than
ㅤ┃ㅤquotidian, feeling adrenaline surge
ㅤ┃ㅤthrough his veins.

Sound of tires screeching against smooth pavement created an exhilarating spectacle, captivating looker-on. Every move was made at greased lightning & every second was vital.

❂ II. SAINT: My Souls! @JUSTXIN ©

He really wanted to finish this race quickly, instead of merely because honour of winning as well as since he had an essential find to make: “an enduring comrade.”

Racing was simply pretext to find some leisure time and evade solitude that perpetually shadowed him. He longed to find someone in this fast-paced, suspenseful world who could understand and fill emptiness in his heart. He was in the middle of the racing madness, but what he really wanted was the warmth and closeness that only a genuine friendship would offer it.

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