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Certain days feel less like dates and more like phenomena. The eighteenth of February arrives with a subdued radiance, as though the horizon has been burnished from within. It does not clamour for notice, yet something in the atmosphere shifts, taut with expectancy.

From that hour came: LEE DOKYEOM. The presence has never depended on spectacle alone but on a generosity of spirit that refuses to calcify. Even with a fleeting trace of rockstar inflection this year, the essence remains unchanged, and resolutely sincere.

May you be afforded resilience that strengthens rather than hardens. May your days be composed of sound health, and gratifications that endure beyond ovation. May the coming year unfurl in timbres that cherish both your quietude and your reverberation.