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🎞 PHASE II ; Asterisk whom nictitate.
AUGUST SPLOTCH 𝈺.. 珍贵的时间

Heart of a weald, where luminosity dance, there lies a girl, misguided in a mystic trance. Her words, as though languishing whispers, rheo-pliable, a melodious poetry, for realm admit it. Her poem, as if dewdrops on petals fair, glisten with the miracle of the weald's digs. She speaks of love, entwined with nature's grace, each syllable a melody, floating thru space. As she peregrinate barefoot on untamed paths, her song like effluent, forever unchained. The creatures of the wild, they gather near, drawn by her enchantment. She is a poem, a canvas of dreams, a tapestry woven with celestial seams. Her soul, untamed, seeks endless skies, where imagination and wonder never dies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤilluminate the darkest
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ     ㅤ corners of the night

L.&.H：I—sings of the phoebe, casting silver beams, of the asterisk whom nictitate, kindred forgotten reverie...☾