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ㅤㅤ| 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦. ✴︎
ㅤㅤTowards a bashfully written fate, oblivion
ㅤㅤawaits at the end of the road less taken.
ㅤㅤDisaster and destruction penned down your
ㅤㅤvoyage. It is now yours to unravel.
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ㅤㅤAmid the ripples of glitching fate, shall you
ㅤㅤweave the destiny that the father of
ㅤㅤmemories has given you. Shall your rewritten
ㅤㅤfuture be abloom alongside the card that you
ㅤㅤpulled out. 𓍢ִ໋🀧.
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Now, it is time to return the book and the key back into the diarists' hands—with a lighter heart, because everyone has finally poured everything they held inside onto the paper. Clinging to that one, biggest, ultimate 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲: to finally make them look this way.
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We are reaching our final page, and the diary is drawing to a close. Everyone has filled its pages just as the diarists instructed.
[ QRT with your reaction. ]
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