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Hlo, moots! This is Beyla mundane speaking. Due to some of personal reasons, I decided to leaving. Firstly, I would like to say thank you for Baek Jiheon because I have used her face and identity as my muse. Also, I would like to say thank you for Hnwrs, Geledek, Kkoging, Famstie and all of my moots here. Feel free to unsubscribe because this channel is no longer active.
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The maestoso chateau aspects were haughty at accurate preeminence and immortality. The hymn from mythology tells of a seraph, tucked into roses, daubed on a lusterless lid, across the constellations of cosmos. Syllabary of flickering gleam the dots on something dusky and sheltered the terra firma. The elegy of the species of the eventide re-echoed, the hymn of a symposium from a glacial day and framed by swarthiness had come, night; It hasn't reached its climax yet. The origination syllables of the evenfall. Before midnight. Duskiness embellished the pulchritudinous beige castle on the edge of a cliff. The court was directly facing a ravine, which exposed the vast expanse of forest. The trees were scattered, drenched in the moonlight. The castle stood distinguished, beauteous.
Tepid yet lurk into the ambience, who flushed all
ecosystems still standing frigid away by the numb dusk. The palms oscillated, fanning the cotyledons and twigs until they swayed appealingly, scrutinizing every corner until they sneaked slyly into the cracks of the solemn beige castle walls. Provide a circumstance that the triumph of the Almighty is beyond, bathed in the rays of resplendent lamps branching from the ceiling, hanging shimmering lights. The intramural is gleaming, the marble floors shimmering as if blushing, welcoming the steps of the nine nymphs in chic dresses that glow with the light of a lamp. Gold and silver, their jewels gleaming, reflected up to the ceiling, shining brightly, filling the entire solemn room as large as a golf course: nine, nine princesses who walk with preeminence's faces as a seraph. Nymphs who descended from celestial azimuth to earth fell to the ground, treading soft ground with bare feet, accompanied by tens of tons of clouds, flying in the cyclone.
Before midnight, syllable preliminaries, the preliminary of the dusk, the nonuplet nymphs were in the common room, some sitting on a magnificent velvet sofa, some standing around it. Their refinement makes everyone stunned to see them. Rampant in the macrocosm, reverberating in the dignified azure. The nonuplet nymphs were still leaning gracefully in glorious splendour.
However, the three hands of the giant clock continued to pirouette non-stop, like a beating heart, flowing blood until the night came to its climax, the highlight of the entire eventide sequence, midnight. The clock ticked until it was right in the middle of a dial, the timekeeper. The bell boomed loudly, roaring throughout the distinguished chateau. The climax had come; the nonuplet nymphs looked at each other simultaneously as the frequency of the giant clock continued to reverberate. The expressions on their faces were bizarre, mixed up and indescribable in words. Adrenaline racing, blood flowing faster. The heartbeat rose one note. Race to beat the seconds like a running horse. The nine princesses ran, scattering to fill the entire castle. The next second, their costumes changed miraculously. Amazingly colourful and varied, more beautiful and quirky than the princess dresses they wore before. Beautiful and symbolizes the colour of their respective identities. They all rushed, galloping like lightning out of the majestic beige castle and giving off that chilly impression; towards the contest of their true identity, laughed happily, the happiest of all the rest of their waiting lives. In the middle of the night, guests came under the light of the moon. The Midnight Guest is their vulnerable self.
"DM" the pulchritudinous opera inside the maestoso chateau by fromis_9 and all of their portrayers especially myself, Jasmine, Arleanne, Drea, Mochiya, Alodya, Shiona, Nisheza, Jiyana, Ashley, Tabitha, Beyla, Shasha, Ailee, Uney, Fayi, Nadineera, Chaethea, Maura, Rabella, Ichigo, Yushiera, Hillary, Saska, Eudora, Rayya, Shabine, Razenna, Aleysha, Lysandra, Ghea, Sha, Sellova, Arabella, Herayuana, and Stavio has run rampant! ΰ»κ± βοΎβΉ
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The maestoso chateau aspects were haughty at accurate preeminence and immortality. The hymn from mythology tells of a seraph, tucked into roses, daubed on a lusterless lid, across the constellations of cosmos. Syllabary of flickering gleam the dots on something dusky and sheltered the terra firma. The elegy of the species of the eventide re-echoed, the hymn of a symposium from a glacial day and framed by swarthiness had come, night; It hasn't reached its climax yet. The origination syllables of the evenfall. Before midnight. Duskiness embellished the pulchritudinous beige castle on the edge of a cliff. The court was directly facing a ravine, which exposed the vast expanse of forest. The trees were scattered, drenched in the moonlight. The castle stood distinguished, beauteous.
Tepid yet lurk into the ambience, who flushed all
ecosystems still standing frigid away by the numb dusk. The palms oscillated, fanning the cotyledons and twigs until they swayed appealingly, scrutinizing every corner until they sneaked slyly into the cracks of the solemn beige castle walls. Provide a circumstance that the triumph of the Almighty is beyond, bathed in the rays of resplendent lamps branching from the ceiling, hanging shimmering lights. The intramural is gleaming, the marble floors shimmering as if blushing, welcoming the steps of the nine nymphs in chic dresses that glow with the light of a lamp. Gold and silver, their jewels gleaming, reflected up to the ceiling, shining brightly, filling the entire solemn room as large as a golf course: nine, nine princesses who walk with preeminence's faces as a seraph. Nymphs who descended from celestial azimuth to earth fell to the ground, treading soft ground with bare feet, accompanied by tens of tons of clouds, flying in the cyclone.
Before midnight, syllable preliminaries, the preliminary of the dusk, the nonuplet nymphs were in the common room, some sitting on a magnificent velvet sofa, some standing around it. Their refinement makes everyone stunned to see them. Rampant in the macrocosm, reverberating in the dignified azure. The nonuplet nymphs were still leaning gracefully in glorious splendour.
However, the three hands of the giant clock continued to pirouette non-stop, like a beating heart, flowing blood until the night came to its climax, the highlight of the entire eventide sequence, midnight. The clock ticked until it was right in the middle of a dial, the timekeeper. The bell boomed loudly, roaring throughout the distinguished chateau. The climax had come; the nonuplet nymphs looked at each other simultaneously as the frequency of the giant clock continued to reverberate. The expressions on their faces were bizarre, mixed up and indescribable in words. Adrenaline racing, blood flowing faster. The heartbeat rose one note. Race to beat the seconds like a running horse. The nine princesses ran, scattering to fill the entire castle. The next second, their costumes changed miraculously. Amazingly colourful and varied, more beautiful and quirky than the princess dresses they wore before. Beautiful and symbolizes the colour of their respective identities. They all rushed, galloping like lightning out of the majestic beige castle and giving off that chilly impression; towards the contest of their true identity, laughed happily, the happiest of all the rest of their waiting lives. In the middle of the night, guests came under the light of the moon. The Midnight Guest is their vulnerable self.
"DM" the pulchritudinous opera inside the maestoso chateau by fromis_9 and all of their portrayers especially myself, Jasmine, Arleanne, Drea, Mochiya, Alodya, Shiona, Nisheza, Jiyana, Ashley, Tabitha, Beyla, Shasha, Ailee, Uney, Fayi, Nadineera, Chaethea, Maura, Rabella, Ichigo, Yushiera, Hillary, Saska, Eudora, Rayya, Shabine, Razenna, Aleysha, Lysandra, Ghea, Sha, Sellova, Arabella, Herayuana, and Stavio has run rampant! ΰ»κ± βοΎβΉ
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