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#SUN_KISS: Under languid skies and a honeyed wash of summer light, TUIDE’s first chapter began to beaming with sun drenched, sugar sweet, and wonderfully unrestrained. In the making of our first EP, TUNE & PLAY, the hours seemed to soften around us, leaving little pockets of laughter, playful glances, idle mischief, and golden stillness between every take. Through the oracular lens of my camera, I gathered the tender ephemera surrounding SUN KISS: the warmth resting upon our faces, the giddy hush before a moment, the fleeting smiles that appeared without rehearsal, and the easy felicity of simply being there together. Every capture harbors a diminutive lore of its own, preserving the little things that could never quite fit inside a melody, the sun upon our shoulders, the sweetness of an unguarded laugh, the curious thrill of watching our very first dream slowly take shape. Like postcards gathered from a summer not yet ready to end, these fragments hold the softest beginnings of TUIDE: seven voices finding their rhythm, seven little worlds learning to move together, and a debut blooming beneath the sun at the end of summer day. Before TUNE & PLAY wandered into the world and become meory, there were these hours warm, and kissed by the light of something beginning.
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#SUN_KISS: Under languid skies and a honeyed wash of summer light, TUIDE’s first chapter began to beaming with sun drenched, sugar sweet, and wonderfully unrestrained. In the making of our first EP, TUNE & PLAY, the hours seemed to soften around us, leaving little pockets of laughter, playful glances, idle mischief, and golden stillness between every take. Through the oracular lens of my camera, I gathered the tender ephemera surrounding SUN KISS: the warmth resting upon our faces, the giddy hush before a moment, the fleeting smiles that appeared without rehearsal, and the easy felicity of simply being there together. Every capture harbors a diminutive lore of its own, preserving the little things that could never quite fit inside a melody, the sun upon our shoulders, the sweetness of an unguarded laugh, the curious thrill of watching our very first dream slowly take shape. Like postcards gathered from a summer not yet ready to end, these fragments hold the softest beginnings of TUIDE: seven voices finding their rhythm, seven little worlds learning to move together, and a debut blooming beneath the sun at the end of summer day. Before TUNE & PLAY wandered into the world and become meory, there were these hours warm, and kissed by the light of something beginning.
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Comfort On Heartstrings: ♥︎
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Wholly Moulded By @TuideofABD.
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Comfort On Heartstrings: ♥︎
(A.)Best regard to @telegram’s policies this channel has been catalysed and is reign a creator who entirely supports—it’s not affiliated along the artist in any aim. The purposes to sprightly admiration for the artist 𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄. This channel is intended to be completely positive.
(B.) Photos, videos, GIFs, or anything related to her are not the property of this channel’s creator but belong to other creators or the original owners. I merely capture and preserve these moments appropriately.
(C.) However, the stickers featured here are directly my own and should be treated with respect. Please don’t repackage them, as this would be detrimental.
(D.) The creator has no connection to the original creator named 𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 , but if there are any questions that can be answered—please direct them to @ABDTuideBot with the correct attitude and wording.
Wholly Moulded By @TuideofABD.
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞?
𝐖𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄!
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞?
𝐖𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄!
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Long ago, when the hour was neither dusk nor dawn, they were only a whisper among the lanterns, named by those who loved them before the world knew their names. Before debut, the tide carried them to a name given by the hands that waited for them: 𝐀𝐁𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒. Silver threads of rain stitched the air together, cool and a little aching, almost too lovely to name.
It was never meant to arrive first. It came quietly, the way a secret does, until the eighth of May, 2026, when a new lantern was lit beneath the sky of HYBE Labels: a home built only for girl groups, under 𝐀𝐁𝐃. And among the rumors drifting through the garden like petals, one name glowed brightest, whispered as the first to step into that light.
𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 튜이드. Tune the tide. A name that holds a wish: to craft new joy by feeling every current of the world, and learning to move with it, to adjust, to bend, to sing along with the waves rather than against them. Like the ink of a story still drying, the fragrance of that dream drifts through the sleeves of evening and settles into memory. With a trembling heart, pulled toward the glow, they wander on and on, spinning a small melody out of a passing moment, a lullaby for the stars that have not yet woken.
“We Tune the tide, TUIDE! Hello, we are TUIDE!”
Could the heavens ever match it? Footsteps tapping softly, heart keeping time, until the first light spills over the hill and the whole world blushes gold. Even then, the garden remembers. Even then, the lanterns hold their breath. Come closer, where it matters, where the quiet is kind and the dark is only a veil.
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Long ago, when the hour was neither dusk nor dawn, they were only a whisper among the lanterns, named by those who loved them before the world knew their names. Before debut, the tide carried them to a name given by the hands that waited for them: 𝐀𝐁𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒. Silver threads of rain stitched the air together, cool and a little aching, almost too lovely to name.
It was never meant to arrive first. It came quietly, the way a secret does, until the eighth of May, 2026, when a new lantern was lit beneath the sky of HYBE Labels: a home built only for girl groups, under 𝐀𝐁𝐃. And among the rumors drifting through the garden like petals, one name glowed brightest, whispered as the first to step into that light.
𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 튜이드. Tune the tide. A name that holds a wish: to craft new joy by feeling every current of the world, and learning to move with it, to adjust, to bend, to sing along with the waves rather than against them. Like the ink of a story still drying, the fragrance of that dream drifts through the sleeves of evening and settles into memory. With a trembling heart, pulled toward the glow, they wander on and on, spinning a small melody out of a passing moment, a lullaby for the stars that have not yet woken.
“We Tune the tide, TUIDE! Hello, we are TUIDE!”
Could the heavens ever match it? Footsteps tapping softly, heart keeping time, until the first light spills over the hill and the whole world blushes gold. Even then, the garden remembers. Even then, the lanterns hold their breath. Come closer, where it matters, where the quiet is kind and the dark is only a veil.
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Forwarded from 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞!
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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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Forwarded from 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞!
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Flowers once esthabiled a page of ten memories, which step forth gracefully and beautifully to be enshrined in the sphere. It’s shows, simply had—faint stride, water droplets besprinkling amply from the coruscation above. Stinging, yet too sweet to behold. It shall never be the first thing that comes to wit. Yet, prestige abound along boundless mirth. Yield a blessing, to a fare-thee-well realised. “Praise. Precious and Formed.” As clear as the leaves that are about to turned into a idyllic tale, the scent curls into clothes. With a sense of wonder in the heart, drawn to the magnificence. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞 walks on and on, merely create a sooth about the beauty that become a moment. Shall the world surpass it? going pit-a-pat, until the dimmet still reveals. Come, where it may counts. ❁ུ۪
Shall the orchards come-nearer?
𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞.
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Flowers once esthabiled a page of ten memories, which step forth gracefully and beautifully to be enshrined in the sphere. It’s shows, simply had—faint stride, water droplets besprinkling amply from the coruscation above. Stinging, yet too sweet to behold. It shall never be the first thing that comes to wit. Yet, prestige abound along boundless mirth. Yield a blessing, to a fare-thee-well realised. “Praise. Precious and Formed.” As clear as the leaves that are about to turned into a idyllic tale, the scent curls into clothes. With a sense of wonder in the heart, drawn to the magnificence. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞 walks on and on, merely create a sooth about the beauty that become a moment. Shall the world surpass it? going pit-a-pat, until the dimmet still reveals. Come, where it may counts. ❁ུ۪
Shall the orchards come-nearer?
𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞.
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Forwarded from 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧!
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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Forwarded from 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧!
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Flowers once esthabiled a page of ten memories, which step forth gracefully and beautifully to be enshrined in the sphere. It’s shows, simply had—faint stride, water droplets besprinkling amply from the coruscation above. Stinging, yet too sweet to behold. It shall never be the first thing that comes to wit. Yet, prestige abound along boundless mirth. Yield a blessing, to a fare-thee-well realised. “Praise. Precious and Formed.” As clear as the leaves that are about to turned into a idyllic tale, the scent curls into clothes. With a sense of wonder in the heart, drawn to the magnificence. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 walks on and on, merely create a sooth about the beauty that become a moment. Shall the world surpass it? going pit-a-pat, until the dimmet still reveals. Come, where it may counts. ❁ུ۪
Shall the orchards come-nearer?
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧.
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Flowers once esthabiled a page of ten memories, which step forth gracefully and beautifully to be enshrined in the sphere. It’s shows, simply had—faint stride, water droplets besprinkling amply from the coruscation above. Stinging, yet too sweet to behold. It shall never be the first thing that comes to wit. Yet, prestige abound along boundless mirth. Yield a blessing, to a fare-thee-well realised. “Praise. Precious and Formed.” As clear as the leaves that are about to turned into a idyllic tale, the scent curls into clothes. With a sense of wonder in the heart, drawn to the magnificence. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 walks on and on, merely create a sooth about the beauty that become a moment. Shall the world surpass it? going pit-a-pat, until the dimmet still reveals. Come, where it may counts. ❁ུ۪
Shall the orchards come-nearer?
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧.
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