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BAI: First impression + Random song.

🪸. Pertama kali ketemu Miya pas dia masih di akun prev dan ketemunya pun di comsect channel agensi, ya? Aku pas itu selalu notice dia dari usernamenya, karena display name dia kadang berubah, tapi usernamenya iconic banget! Kadang aku sebut dia pun pakai usernamenya (dulu). Aku kaget banget pas dia reach out aku duluan buat berteman huhuhuhuhu my Shayla, my Dorothea, my Vicky Jang. 🥺 IMUT BANGET, ternyata Miya udah lama pengen berteman dengan aku huhuhuhu setiap inget ini aku selalu pengen bikin proklamasi kemerdekaan lagi. Caaaaaaantikkkkk banget! Dari awal aku lihat dia, vibesnya tuh kayak tokoh utama perempuan dari cerita romansa klasik gitu. Ternyata sebetulnya Miya dd dd imut mochi daifuku isi strawberry Korea! <3
🪸. POV: You just realized that love can quietly take root and grow into someone as breathtaking as Shamira.

LYNN. Rate setup + To be honest.

🍁. 9/10! Akan jadi 10/10 jika ada namaku di bionya (joking). Tapi kenapa ya akunnya selalu cantik dan ada ciri khas sendiri gitu, bunga-bunga dan autumn!
🍁. Honestly, if I could pick a sibling, it’d be you! You’re so full of sweetness and fluff, it feels like you were made to be the kind of sibling everyone dreams of.

  
    ON HER BIRTHDAY, LAUGHTER ECHOED,
      GIFTS WERE GIVEN, AND MEMORIES
      BLOOMED IN JOYFUL CELEBRATION.

The candles on the cake danced with a gentle glow, their light spilling into the quiet room as she sat in reflective silence. The night held its breath, waiting to yield to a dawn that promised a day filled with brightness and joy. May the warmth of happiness illuminate her journey, guiding her steps as she ventures forward with renewed hope. Today, we gather to honor the celebration birthday of AMAYA NAOKI. May kind thoughts and well-wishes surround her always, as life’s gentle embrace offers comfort and strength. May fortune and grace walk beside her in every moment to come.      

    Each wish offered is a spark, joining others
    to form a tapestry of dreams reaching
    for the heavens. (30TH OF MAY.) 
  
  

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SEASON ONE: POST-CREDITS.
FINAL EPISODEㅤ𝈺ㅤ2025.

To the hand that once reached out and found mine, now left holding only air. To the quiet spot where your shadow used to fall: Cassandra Hale, Roubelle Zephyr, & Noire Carpenter.

You weren’t in front of the camera, but you were part of every scene. Behind the scenes, you held everything together with care and heart. And now, as the credits roll and we go our separate ways, just know: what you gave won’t be forgotten. Not ever. Wherever you go next, take our thanks with you and a piece of this story that will always be yours.
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“Not a Lot, Just Forever: The End”
Season One — The Curtain Closes

To everyone who stayed until the last scene, laughed with us, cried with us, and held on even when the story got quiet—thank you. You made this real.

This might be the end of our first series, but it’s far from goodbye. Your support turned ideas into moments and moments into memories. Every frame we made carried a piece of you in it—we are truly grateful for that. Now, as the lights dim and the screen fades to black, we’re already looking ahead. Season Two is coming; new stories, new faces, but still the same heart. Let’s meet there again, where our journey continues.

With all our thanks,
Long Pages’ Team.
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Ⓒ LONG PAGES.
(For lives too full to fit in frames...)

        “Do you ever wonder,” he murmured,
        “if some stories take too long to tell      
        in   one  breath?”  And  so,  it  began.
      
We don’t rush and chase tidy endings or hurried plots. We believe in stories that run slowly, like dawn creeping over a quiet room—layer by layer, moment by moment—until they become a part of you, softly but deeply. The way a hand pauses before it’s held, the silence that speaks louder than words.

As a production house, Long Pages is here to redefine the way stories are told. We focus on series, narratives that breathe and live over time. Our actors, they are partners in this art, creating your dream worlds together, season by season. Each series we produce is crafted for anyone who’s experienced the twists and turns of life, keeps moving forward, no matter what comes their way.

Now, you will experience it, what you’ve been waiting for, where moments are not bound by time but by the weight they leave in your heart, a feeling that you can’t quite name. This one is made just for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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NOTE OF CAUTION. | Please Read First!
Trigger Warning: Blood, Violence, Gunshots,
Cutting Attacks, and Traffic Crashes.

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                             FIRST CHAPTER:
                  THE BEGINING OF THE END.

             DIRGE OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS:
               “WHEN THE BLOOD WE CHOSE
             BURNED CLEANER THAN WATER.”
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        “You ever think about how we got here?
        One by one, they either died.. or turned.”
        “We  bled  for  this. Buried  more  friends
        than   enemies.   But   you   and  me,  we
        are still standing.”

         “Standing?  Feels   more  like  crawling
         through        glass        most        days.” 
        “I  would   crawl   with   you  through  hell
         itself, brother. We  did  not  make  it this
         far   to    fall   apart    now,    did    we?”

        “You  know  it better  than anyone. Yes,
         for the fallen ones.  For the forsaken.”

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The city’s decay is nothing compared
to the poison in their veins. Blood
stains the throne, and they are the
ones who built it. (The Iron Bloodline.)
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To others, it is a throne of power, but every man in their ranks must fall on his sword before yielding to his foes. Beneath the steel bones of a decaying city, two forces collide, neither holy nor innocent. The war brewing between them is not born from ambition or chaos alone; it is born from blood, from betrayal, and from a silence that has screamed too long in the darkness. They do not seek justice; they seek retribution. For them, vengeance is not merely an act, it is survival. Each strike they make is a prayer to the dead, and each step forward is a descent further into the fire they have chosen to walk through. Betrayal runs deep, trust is a gamble, and when the past finally catches up, it will not knock, it will kick the damn door down.
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YOU CAN NAME IT VENGEANCE, WE
REMEMBER IT AS THE SCREAM
THAT NEVER FOUND ESCAPE.
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They walk soaked in the blood of deals made and lives lost, traversing a city decaying from the inside out. Two sides, both armed to the teeth, are ready to spill the same blood that has seeped into their souls. This is not a grand war; it is a grudge, a vendetta, a damn reckoning long overdue. There is no glory, no honor, only retribution for a debt that can never be paid. Every punch, every bullet, is a prayer to the ghosts of those left behind. With every step they take, they sink deeper into the flames they have chosen to walk through. Every wrong avenged, every move they make is a calculated strike, not just against their enemies, but against the ghosts of their pasts.

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             [15/05/25] KNIVES BETWEEN KIN:
         BURIED OATHS AND BURNING STREETS.

         How far are they willing
         to go before they become 
         the very thing they are trying
         to destroy? 

         Both sides bleed. Both sides
         have scars. And both are
         ready to take it to the edge.
         They have tasted ashes long   
         enough, now they hunger for
         annihilation towards a reckoning.
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