⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •───────⋅ • ☽ :sunny: ☾ • ⋅───────• Xin Si 辛 巳 Metal Snake Destruction Day ───────────────────── ────────────────...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •───────⋅ • ☽ :sunny: ☾ • ⋅───────• Gui Si 癸 巳 Water Snake Destruction Day ───────────────────── ────────────────...

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ The leyline opens before your eyes, connecting you to the collective consciousness of every soul altogether. ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧ ○∘₊✧──────✧₊∘○ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Where have i see...

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ The leyline opens before your eyes, connecting you to the collective consciousness of every soul altogether. ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧ ○∘₊✧──────✧₊∘○ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Evidently, these...

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ The leyline opens before your eyes, connecting you to the collective consciousness of every soul altogether. ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧ ○∘₊✧──────✧₊∘○ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ellie? I recall ...

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ The leyline opens before your eyes, connecting you to the collective consciousness of every soul altogether. ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧ ○∘₊✧──────✧₊∘○ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ When they swim s...

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮ The leyline opens before your eyes, connecting you to the collective consciousness of every soul altogether. ╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧ ○∘₊✧──────✧₊∘○ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ May we share thi...

#moodboardsolaris "Almost Ancient, Though Transient." Yoshi, leisures around daily. He drinks, he walks, he observes. Nothing utterly 'life' changing, though one could describe it as mundane, it is on the contrary quite the routine. He thoroughly enjoys his work in Vi...

Hyuck's days at Seoul Foreign School were a bittersweet mix of sunshine and shadows with his best friend Mark always by his side. Their memories were filled with laughter and the comfort of simple joys like plushies and mixtapes. At the start, everything was simple. Hyuck was always the top of hi...

No story this time, but I feel as if the woman's tragic ending was similar to my own. She was happy and carefree. The most beautifully dressed at a ball of sorts. A lot of envious eyes were glued to her throughout the night. Her dress was a mix of blues and purples that glittered under the light...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •──────•.˳·˖✶𓁺✶˖·˳.•──────• ────────────────────── PAGE 1 I'm not quite sure what to write. I have never been the type to journal. The staff h...

The hotel was quiet in the way only a place filled with ghosts could be. Layers of silence stacked on top of old music and forgotten laughter. Hyuck wandered the garden nestled in its hidden courtyard, where time no longer reached. He had spent hours there that morning, fingers brushing over blo...