(❥.. 💕') ingress my portrait salvatory, a sequestered sanctum of pulchritudinous pictures that intertwist never-ending recounts of cosmic reconnaissance. all framework susurrates reverberations of venues, harnessing the pith of transient kairos in luminescence and umbra. commence with me on an transcendental passage, wherein the magnificence of the terrene unfurls in sempiternal grace, beseeching you to meander and contemplate with muted veneration. ⓘ

PRINCESS'S—DIARY.. 📚
On a rainy night, the palace was drenched by heavy rain with lightning lighting up the sky for a second. the strong wind blew so that people were also alert in time. a princess who was lying very comfortably in her room with the sound of rain making her calm a few hours ago. at this time she will write a diary in her special book which only she can open, that is her diary. beside her bed there are drawers which of course are where she keeps her special items such as books, pens, hair ties and also the clips she always uses. she also put a small flower vase containing beautiful and fresh roses, she liked it so much that every day she reached for the flowers and hoped that she would be seen as beautiful as the flowers.

🤍 [..] Those eyes which glimmer once conversing along with pores as white as pottery offering glows beneath daylight, th’ lady possesses an enchanting appearance lovely cheeks. Throughout delicately hued lips likely peaches entice the gaze of whomever observes it, akin to an idyllic melodies in the breeze, she is 💕. 💕.