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𝖂e commemorates, o ye precious souls, though as we sleep waves break the bow; though storms gather beneath the brow of silent deaths and woollen gathers now the clouds. 𝖂nd still wakes the deep, and still on we plow.
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𝕭y the most beneficient decree of the 𝖂ayward 𝕶ing, a fortunate soul amongst ye shall soon possess passage most rare. 𝕬ttend closely, for a single ticket, granting one seat upon the gallant 𝕷ario—bound for the endless dreams—shall be bestowed freely.
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Beneath a sky bruised with forgotten
songs, golden laughter turned to dust
between trembling fingers. A painting
half-finished, ⠀a melody ⠀half-sung,
cradled by the hush of lost summers.
A vow whispered to wilted fields,
to be kept in another life.
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In another life, two souls shall hold
what Bnuuy once held dear. A gift,
fleeting as spring rain, awaits the
lucky hearts. Would you reach out,
if fate offered one more chance?
Only until May 7th, 7 PM (GMT+7),
before the dream slips away.
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Dalam perjalanan kembali ke masa penuh penyesalan melalui kopi milik Funiculours, aku, Mentari Baskara, kini t'lah sadar bahwa jiwa yang tenang adalah jiwa tanpa penyesalan, dan kini aku akan berjalan tanpanya, kembali menikmati hari-hariku. Terima kasih, Bunga Maafku.