GEVIERD. 　ë; Upon the quiet return of this birth-tide, the day emergest not in cheer, but in a dim shimmer wandering through the fading hours. Another year slippeth into being, laden with the echoes of unspoken burdens, forgotten vigils, and shadowed paths tread in silence.

IN THE THREE-AND-TWENTIETH YEAR'S
SOLEMN RECALLING. 🎂

Time itself seemeth to stir a fragile remembrance, letting a pal
　glint drift across the dusk, neither triumphant nor mournful.
(Merely A Soft Stirring Within The Hollow Breath Of Existence.)

　May the span that followeth unfold
with gentler duskfall, granting the
weary soul a moment's refuge from all
　that hath pressed upon it.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ\
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ　Let this marking of birth stand as a
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤmuted renewal, a faint ember enduring
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwithin the vast and quiet dark.

　In such stillness, the hour becometh not festivity, but a soft vow of continuance. An echo carried forward into whatever dim horizon awaiteth. Unto the chilled soul veiled in the pallid shroud of snow, these words and this prayer are offered unto thee, Park Sunghoon.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Signed in quiet devotion,
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Leindert Naar.