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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: Behind her, CLEO spun in a deliberate circle, followed by the other members. FALLON exhaled, lips curving into a smirk as she threw one last wink toward the camera before stepping back, the stage lights erupting into color once more.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: The audience screamed their group's name louder as they all spun low. FALLON flipped her hair, and hit a perfect freeze — chest heaving and eyes locked forward.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: The CATZ moved as if gravity no longer applied to them—each motion fluid, unearthly, charged with something ancient and electric.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: a quiet invocation that felt like both a promise and a warning. The lights fractured—silver, violet, and deep blue spilling over the stage like a cosmic tide.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: “Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me! Infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison!” FALLON howled into the night, her voice breaking the tension like glass.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: “Infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison!” FALLON felt the line as a desperate cry for her to be fully contained and consumed.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: A wide view of the CATZ were flashed right before them, revealing them into positions. Intact, filled with power, with a dark force rushing through them.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: “Boy, you’re an alien… Your touch, so foreign…” FALLON’s voice felt like a silk touch against the blaring instruments that support them. She leaned a bit as her body swayed to the stillness of her own voice.
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: The lass closed her eyes and let the slow rhythm envelope her figure. FALLON extended her arm, as though speaking to get held, only to pull them closer to the trap brought about by her voice. “A different dimension…”
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ᯓ★ #𝕱ALLON
₍^. .^₎⟆: “You’re from a whole other world…” FALLON’s intro crept through the darkness, like a siren luring people to their cave—the inescapable world of the CATZ.
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