(...) COATED MAGNUS OPUS. Amber light bathes the shew and cormorant, too, in amber, tenderly still, between palm to palm. Low tide of evening light blankets round, catching souls, arts, and hearts, morphing yet equidistant, in desire of being found, created, and flaunted: a solid solstice towards the infinitude of arts. | "
THE SUN NOW PUKES A BEWITCHING OPUS. SHALL YOU ALLOW IT TO BEWITCH YOU."(THE DEPTH BELOW: UP FOR SALE)
UNCOMMON
@Sonngmin, @RRami, @DDollette, @Hoyeons, @Framee, @Berenngsek, @Everry, @Enamiassa.
COMMON
@Ahyern, @Phaaita, @Aohyeon, @uGyuvin, @xAhyeon, @Rukaw, @Jeonnie, @iPoet, @Ninagning, @eGojo, @Lucuc
To respire the reek of ribcages from draperies of hearts, blending colors in strings connecting, with myriad fingertails forming, we bear the density of sense under each rib, glimpses of fabric evading to warmth, liberty of silhouette enduring through @LICHDOVEBOT.