ㅤㅤ #GameOn. Ready, set, rock! Ooh, baby! To run your fingers through my hair.. COME OVER, softly caress my head. LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN,@CHRYSOFSUI. 📞🎟 ㅤㅤ
❌❌❌ 𑌋: Thaumaturgy of resplendent lilt inscribing parable wrought in reverie as a fleet bourrée seeks to enshrine effulgence within shimmer and verve. Hierophantic fronds immolate the conjectured void of dulcet desuetude while filigree of chronorantic miasma incises the incandescently pale heliotrope disarray. Fervent aurora seeps beneath the quotidian caul where the circadian axiom flutters amid the mythopoeic maelstrom of cherubic sovereignity.
In resolute procession the clepsydra bleeds once more and upon this hallowed solstice revolution of 365 diurnals completes since the ingress of maiden once engraved as an ecstatic dopamine of euphoria unto the faithful CHRYS OF SUI: Bella, Liorenne, Noie, Wanda, Eutricia, Alinka, Nevah, Maine, Meunia, Eryka, Meiru, Gineva, Isserie, Anshara, Annie, and Iseldoo. Today marks the hour the pantheon exhaled and heaven’s simulacre was etched in crux simulacrum of quintessence made manifest. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
❀ KISMET’S BEDDABLE MIRACLE, I am blooming in crumbled garden.
Footsteps embedded among soil, the more weights I clashed—where I reached another disheveled flower garden, abandoned alone for no reason. Flowers wither, breeze turns to flame, essence feels decaying. Whether a melancholic nightmare or a blessing, what God has noticed adequate to allocate me, the miserable one glancing the bewitched paradise through obscure lenses. However, fresh zephyr blossomed from nowhere, as if endowing me the faithful candescence that tomorrow there’d still be a reason to persist. Flamingo transpires each daylight, coming to establish the atmosphere, shine too sacred.
