the heart begins to boil, color turns to sound, and the air trembles in fevered light. beneath the clash of blue and red, desire forms, and beauty rises quietly from the heat. in this storm of devotion, love over 100℃ and love only 100ML entwine like flame and rain, birthing the 2nd mini album “MY, Lover” — a heartbeat made visible, fierce enough to wound yet tender enough to heal.

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⟢ STILL FRAME SPELLS ( PNG )
⟢ MOTION IN FLAME ( MP4 )
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as the smoke clears, what remains is not ruin but rebirth, a trace of devotion still breathing inside color and sound. to the hands that molded this inferno @rJakeh, to the voice that bled every word into rhythm @emiyeon, and to the hearts that carried its light through silence @iRENDlE, this creation belongs to you. may the burn linger, may the ache glow, may every fracture turn divine. even when the fire cools, its mark remains, soft yet unyielding, proof that something beautiful once lived. if you wish to weave your own spark into this flame, reach @Irendlebot; the quiet keeper of its embered glow. for you — a pulse that never truly ends, only changes its rhythm.

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To look upon her is to apprehend a truth long forgot, that gentleness may yet bear dominion over a chamber and softness, once kindled, endureth longer than the fiercest flame. Under a firmament made mild, she cometh-forth unhurried, resplendent, and past all denial; a light neither hasty nor coy, but assured in its own continuance. A grace like unto woven silk doth congregate at her tread, the very air taketh her name upon itself and keepeth it as a vow. And in that commerce betwixt poise and being, the night discloseth itself as though long since ordained rehearsed in secret by the stars themselves, in deference unto her.

🍸🩶 °⋆࿓ That rarer star-kind which importuneth not the firmament for witness, yet behold the heavens, do incline and set themselves anew in her advantage. #ShiningStarShuhua, splendour abideth not in profusion nor in clamour, yet in a just and measured equipoise.

ㅤㅤㅤ  CELESTIAL POISE     ✶     ETHEREAL ORBIT

ㅤ In moments of preparation or any confusion,
ㅤ a guiding hand awaits in courtesy and care
ㅤ for the twibbon application, one call away:
ㅤ @ShuciationBot nor @IrendleBot,
(this calls for restraint). 🗞

𓃇𓈒 Ink—26’s &, Ephemeral-Benediction: With hearts inclined toward reverence and tongues made mindful by thankfulness, we do humbly render our sincerest acknowledgements unto: @rJakeh, whose far-seeing wit and inventive faculty did first conceive and give contour unto this celestial work; and likewise unto: @Gassulla, whose chosen words, wrought with measured care, did clothe the same in elegance and becoming splendour.

And thus it is spoken, and thus it is wished: That this six-and-twentieth turning of her years be loosed and unspooled as a silken band drawn slowly through the dominion of starlight neither torn by haste nor dimmed by shadow, but made gentle in its passage, lustrous in its course. May the way appointed unto her be kept in a mild and favouring illumination, such that no step be taken without grace attending it, nor any pause be left unblessed. Rising by its own right and by no borrowed flame and enduring the reach of time’s lesser fires.
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Honored thus, the demoiselle
of this constellation:
@Shuuciation &. @IRENDLE.
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(PLAYED-ENTIRELY-MONO.) / 🎱⁸
The world slowed into shades of black and white, where echoes lingered longer than color ever could. In that quiet stretch, every moment felt deliberate, every silence meaningful, as if the absence itself was speaking. We traced our steps through empty frames and fading tones, learning to see depth where nothing screamed for attention. Somewhere between stillness and motion, the story learned how to breathe again. / 18-0082: #IDLEPlayInMono

+1: flat light capture
+2: muted tone motion

(+—— It begins here, in a space shaped by intention and memory. We offer our gratitude to the place that poured black ink into a world that once felt hollow, @rJakeh, and to another corner where fragments of writing quietly saved us from the tyranny of monochrome, @Miyeoni. None of this would hold meaning without the steady presence of those who chose to stay; @iRENDLE, @ManorOfVermillion, and @TheGeldart, Thank you for walking beside us through rooms without direction. For anyone seeking a glimpse of this endless world, come to @irendlebot, and we will guide you with all our heart. The world may be mono, but it never feels empty. And in that gentle presence, we keep goin as one.

xx. Marked Precise In Mono, IRENDLE.
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