The consonant of the sky that will be a destiny of our love makes the spread that this second witness in rays that begin to be overshadowed by greedy will be the cranberries of our love become real. I've offered to jump off a helicopter for you, baby

 
✶— 23.02 💿 🖇️ The Silvered Edge Of Midnight Starts To Gleam.
(A Liquid Mirror Forged From Ancient Light)

Stand Amidst This Monochromatic Dream, Where Stars Are Sharp And Crystalline And Bright. 

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