GALAXY BASE.


Kanal geosi va tili: Butun dunyo, Inglizcha


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: @ hold
Cosmic Essentials & Reports: @.GalaxysRobot.

Связанные каналы  |  Похожие каналы

Kanal geosi va tili
Butun dunyo, Inglizcha
Statistika
Postlar filtri


Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish


Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish
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! 🩷🩷




ㅤㅤ
STARS FALTER IN THE GLOAM.
@JIMFN’s SOLITARY REVERIE.
ㅤㅤ
(“I TARRY BENEATH A SOOT-LADEN WELKIN.)
Some stars glimmer like sundered cinders adrift in the stagnant quietude. The bench harbors my stillness, its timbered sinew bruised by time’s indifferent hand. Winds meander through the gaunt boughs, whispering dirges only the forsaken bother to heed. My ears are wreathed in ballads that stretch and fray, muffling the city’s distant sough. The world behind me dims into irrelevance; before me, only the unbroken hush.
ㅤㅤ
THEY CALL ME A PHANTOM OF EVE, AN EBBING BREATHSOUND DEVOURED BY NIGHT. / “NONE RECKON THE EMBER IN MY QUIET.”

I rise, my outline melting into the lull of the nocturne. Shadows drag at my heels, sprawled long and brittle beneath the sallow gleam. Perhaps in witness, perhaps in disregard. I step forward, dissolving into the hush, where the night and I fold into one—two figments of a world.
ㅤㅤ



the eternal lullaby the heart whispers for. ‘& the moon kept its embrace, firm and never loosening: @suiliee. ♡⃛

i glide through the quietude that renews the essence of my being. night falls and whispers a flow of life brimming with unspoken understanding. yet, i realize that the beauty foretold is not always born of sweetness. the ethereal luminary goes on to speak through its essence within the boundless, wide the ether—a presence so unforgettable it echoes in the farthest recesses of my soul. it feels whole and freed. one leaf drifts down, falling to embellish the emerald earth, yet unmistakably graceful. and i, a silhoutte, i am ever beholden to the glorious presence in the heavens.



〔..
Regurgitate rutilant freedom, in paramount myrilogue compromise peregrinate hark back loneliness. 〕


Diaphanous field insuperable to vouchsafe pristine lore, evanescent doldrums that bandages genuine realm. Requite miridical flair lassie finds a salient promenade to reverberate daydream, gain a lagniappe to garniture refulgent vision and finesse a desideratum that will become real. Gateway to field opened, rainbow bridge and orange lake glimpse ephemeral. Therefore, mixxtopia beseech you to believe it. Lucent merriment amidst an oneiric milieu, countless dreams and desires garner m quintessence, betwixt formidable adventure this lassie catches a brummagem enigma from a monopole, gains a forlorn. penned a gramarye epistle that appears in your bibliotheca, “you're invited, pick your love in-idleness and sluth a gateway to become my camaraderie or family in this reverie universe.” ameliorate favonian, your existence shall chaperone her; Oh Haewon, connect to explore myriads of bliss, love, and latitude.


ㅤ     ㅤ

celestial envóy | grace.
gentle whispers of divinity 🪷🪽
among the luminous scrolls of ethereal truths, bathed in the golden essence of dawn, my thoughts take wing, alighting on realms where mortal queries meet divine reverie.

opaline hands rest lightly upon an altar of vellum, each parchment a vessel of heavenly musings, etched with strokes of celestial elegance. silken tresses cascade like sunlit auroras, a serene visage adorned with the glow of serenity: with a chalice of nectar beside, and hymns drifting like misted symphonies, [though immersed in otherworldly contemplation.]

an array of quills, each a feather of seraphim, finds its sanctuary in the sacred scriptorium, and lo, my essence readies to traverse the luminous pathways of sacred camaraderie, birthing tales gilded with the radiance of celestial realms. ౨ৎ .. “who‘s handy?”── @SBAKAI arrives.

halos of light embrace the soft-spoken moment, testifying to a seraphic odyssey.

ㅤ     ㅤ


❦. I, SCRUTINIZED THE FUGACIOUS CONTINUANCE THROUGH ITS DISENTANGLED DISCONTINUITY.

the fenestella undeviatingly ahead gave me an unblocked perspective of yellow and red autumn leaves, which plummet tenderly through the air like danseuse performing to the typhoon's sympathetic harmony.

    (‘0.890’)   ❈   shibboleth
    @CHOIJSIWOO  ────   ‘&.  written
    between these inadvertency, i feel
    influenced by everything surrounding
    me, as if the breeze, foliage, moreover
    momentum all interpret my precisely
    haggard thoroughfare.

my stylograph promenade in perpetuum across parchment periphery while birthing disremembered morpheme clandestine between my unconscious intersection.


VOID NOR ODYSSEY: LEVIATHAN DELIVERED THE SACROSANCT WISH WITHIN A RESILIENT. BARELY DISCERNIBLE WHISPER. Existence lives beneath the dusk—gloom seawater. (WOES, 3RD.)

On an Altitude that the Majority of World Cannot Access. (Sea-Nymph &’ Harbinger) @NINGNIZNG. Wherever I descend my brightness evaporated and there was merely blackness alongside an unearthly circulation: Resembling A Torrent Preceding Dawn. Considering how the nothingness was devouring all the aquatic creatures, was my sacrifice not enough for fulfilling their demands? Why must I prevail this torment alone? Is that my plight beyond the spiritual endeavour’s reach? Or is there a cursed force that prevents my escape? I sung a haunting hymn to my murex, pleaded countless times to the heavens above. Black pearls emerge, indicate that an eclipse would immediately transmit prosperity. “Onyx-Moon, echoing the partial eclipse, murmurs a farewell.” I spoken, July 8th—1577. I silently peered serenely at the teary-pearls beyond my palm.



Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish
ㅤㅤ
ㅤstarwinkle cottage: ˖⁺ ෆ scribe
        
idleness salicetum from heart.

the angelic circlet swells dew–laden herbage, i’d recline upon porch swing against auroral racounter. rhythmic creak soporific to observe the vapor rise throughout vale. taciturn hearken drowsy bourdon from apian persona on dulcet caprifoliaceae: (’momentarily.) molten coterie persiflage morn obtund mordacious persistent pulchritudinous in idyllic soul, at least superficially.

cinereous poison ✿ amorous
kernel persipacity interlace with
lacus affairs?
intuitives persona.

fortwith, springtide replete against commonplace. iterative taciturn contemplation stain the small hortus. dampness comfort herald inner pomeridia that spent beside the rivulet afternoon / moisture ripple 🪽²¹ carefully arrange pebbles on semblance chamber. eventide sort silentium adjaxent to the hearthside, @rmoka remain unpredictable movements and sullen ponderous seraphic.
ㅤㅤ


. ˙✦ butterflies ceaselessly fluttering — aiming towards the blossoming clouds.

a soul as fragile as dandelions, that dreams of souls in flowers... a long awaited heavenly yearning.. the pale winter that blooms into spring.


﹙ ⊹ a wistful reminder of bonds cherished and carried forward, ever swept ahead by spring's sweet presence — @jeongleeanie encounters in to the unknown with a frenzied determination in looking for companionship-peaces!♥️

freshly offered love woven through the delicate zephyr 👼♡🕊, whispering tender sighs of the earth. adoring the blossoming flowers, a delicate zephyr whispers gently, carrying with it the tender sighs of the earth entwining laughter and the warmth in its tender embrace. 𖣁̥̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥· ‧̥


Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish

ㅤ ㅤㅤ(CHRONOPHAGE II.) O’ WRETCHED
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PENDULUM, STAY THY SWING.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Eldritch Hands Is Time Wound..”

Above me, the planet gears turn, ichorous and greased by the marrow of the dead, and I awaken to a rusty bell's clang, its toll unspooling time like frayed thread. The great pendulum stirs, writing sigils in the planetary dust gone to the grave, and I am nothing but a cog in the blind eye of a god, wound by unseen hands. In spite of me, the fingers revolve while levers vibrate with fluid obscurity and hiss menace in the vocabulary of ticks. Until the last cog goes home, I learn whether or not I should end the world or wind it up. Hourly it wails, every second explodes.

I push my hand against the cold bronze face, and it talks in a language made up of ticking: Not yet. Not yet.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE COG: I @HAUMi, BEHELD THE END.


@MAITAN: (AN ODE TO THE INSATIABLE HUNGER THAT EVENTUALLY CONSUMED ME IN ITS ENTIRETY.)

I ate too much of the passing pleasures you promised. Each taste was a debauched lie, a perishable repose from the biting naught inside—but with each bite and sip, I felt myself edging closer to being consumed by the very appetites I so desperately tried to satiate, until my soul—a disheveled peel of its earlier state. Pealed with the elves of misplaced desires, and each chimera was a plea to the feast I had thrown for my own marring. / A fete of mirth where I was both the appetizer, and the main course, served up on a platter of regret, seasoned with the bitter herbs of what might have been and left to rot in the banquet hall I had created. / 🫀


ㅤㅤ

(“FLOWERS WILL FADE ’& FOLIAGE WILL DRY ” / 🫀.) I Recognized That Darkness Envelops Not Merely As An End, But As A Necessary Chapter.

I couldn't help but reflect on how cruel existence could be, where blossoms would wilt and leaves would wither, reminding me that even as a minstrel sings tales of glory, death remains an inevitable companion, thus weaving despair into the fabric of our lives. When bloodied memories flooded my mind. @DONGMHIN: I— grasped the truth that every heartbeat carries whispers of mortality, and while beauty may flourish in brief bursts, ultimately it succumbs to decay, teaching me that acceptance lies in embracing the transient nature of all things.


INDELIABLE TRACES 🫀 18.) I am homesick for someone who doesn't even bother about my absence. Rather than hurting myself, I'd rather cover the bruises given by you. It's for the better; I gave you all I had.

I let you into every part of me, and now your traces linger like stains I can’t wash off. Every shard of me, shattered and scattered, still carries your name. Your hold on my heart feels like a chain I can’t break, pulling me closer to an end I never chose. Is that what you want—to see me gone? Fine then, until we cross paths again in another life.



ㅤㅤㅤ('I CLASPED YOUR WORDS AS THOUGH
ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHEY WERE A GILDED CIRCLET'.) 🫀🪽


An unbroken vow—yet still, you unraveled me, allowing me to submerge as I reached for your grasp. It may appear as the final verse of this woeful romance, but with the first blush of dawn, I shall rise anew, fastening your feet to mine with a scarlet thread, for how could we ever be sundered? We adore as we ever have.

The moon may no longer wax as brilliantly as before, yet even a lone azure moon carries its own enchantment. And if we let this fleeting moment drift away, who else would dare to seize it?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI shall absolve you for submerging
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmy lucidity—for in this existence,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou shall recompense it in devotion.



Humpty you've lost : @uKyungeun .ೃ࿔*:・ ݁˖


Video oldindan ko‘rish uchun mavjud emas
Telegram'da ko‘rish
         
      ’ s delicate fleece   :   tapestry. 🌺 🪽

         lively engaging nails with a clemency
         pendant, delight to beam letters ‘thus
         with a trinkets ‘&. peaceful season. ♡

(signed, 02.)  𑣿  compelling beam of conspicuous rosemary, delighted conscience promised sign love earmark and blossom. spring: blossom scarlet clemency &. upon desire with opulence, marshy every aid with decent omen.

       shines with scintillating by: ✱
       (2007.) emollient comradeship.
       tainted hearts and cherish-blossoms.


       entire of clement:
       smirched
@wonbon.
       

       


(A wild tangle of colors and sounds, A whirlwind of movement that feels both untamed and beautiful.) //

The scene is brimming with contradiction, where disorder and elegance coexist in an exhilarating dance. Bright, vivid hues spill across the canvas, splashes of red, gold, and turquoise clashing and merging, creating an atmosphere that is alive with energy. Every detail seems a little off-kilter, yet there's an undeniable harmony within the madness. The chaos isn't harsh, but rather intoxicating, as if every disordered element is part of a greater, unseen design.

@GAVEUL, is the kind of mess
that makes you want to dive in,
lose yourself, and embrace the
exhilarating unpredictability of it all.ㅤ


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
*** / The Demon /  Not Merely / Targets The Physique / But Also Tries / To Decadent / The Essence / Of Every Soul / That Lives. (🍏🪦💧) I, @HAAUMKWAK, aim to plant doubt and fear in the demon’s heart, hoping to break its soul. Still each attack, the demon grows stronger, more lustrous. In each bounded soul, there’s the power to reemerge, to do battle ‘& heal what was lost. ♥︎💮 ▒▒▒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ YOUR  HANDS  TRACED  MY  END.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤYou touched me like silk-lined caskets—kissed me like a wound that wouldn't clot. Your hands, pale as funeral lilies, traced circles over my wrists. A ring. A noose. A ribbon of red across my throat. Was it devotion, or was it death? Each touch was shroud-soft, grave-cold. I let you lay me down, let you press your mouth against mine. “My love, my love.” Were you mourning, or were you claiming? Your hands never trembled, not when they cradled my face like breaking porcelain, not when they traced the curve of my throat like a blade weighing its mark. Was I something to be cherished, or as something grieved?ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

20 ta oxirgi post ko‘rsatilgan.