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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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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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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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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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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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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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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. 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 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?
𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚.
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𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐢. ⚘
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.
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