🕸.. Darkness slowly grows, and it’s a cue for the magical rite. I, Raynar, am drifting toward a sacred glow of 𝒞lair de ℒune, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. Even the stars stay awake to cast solemn light for 𝒞haeryeong’s silver jubilee. ☆⁺₊
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𝒜s the clock nears its final chime, she lingers within the clair-obscur. A sacred nocturne veiled in silver wash, 𝒞lair de ℒune, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 awaits beneath the lueur of softly burning candles. ₊˚ 🕰️ ✦
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𝒜s the clock nears its final chime, she lingers within the clair-obscur. A sacred nocturne veiled in silver wash, 𝒞lair de ℒune, 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 awaits beneath the lueur of softly burning candles. ₊˚ 🕰️ ✦
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