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ㅤㅤ Celestial Enchantress

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘. 1996. THE REVERIE JANE. The dawning south star of everlasting twilight, “Sojourn the arcane of Stellarium.”

Whence chastity of willfulness drenched the earthly spews—unsurmounted, she conquers of all offs. Atwixt the dainty beams and delight is drawnoug of the alderliefest of the demosella’s entity. Resembling a tender buoyancy with the gloaming lenity, her seraphic and evangelical apogee bestowed every luster of effulgent alacrity. Sempiternal efflorescence lounged on every dwindles she serenely gifted in all allure and temerity. Emboss the opus of bijouterie scintillation with her lavaliere garnets.
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Signed In Scandinavia, 1982.

With the iridescent and plethora redolence, she besieged for a new journey to venture. Thus with the clandestine and idyll resilience, the bewitching aura awakening a gale of her seraphic sight. Luxuriated with blazing eyes, dainty and slender sculptured figure like a goddess, she is the descendant of the pulchritude maiden. Suffused esperance is ingrained into the waves of circadian temerity, the chalice of bijou snowflakes are flattering amidst such noire vastness of the night sky. Despite the long journee that the dame took off, such trail of liberty and conscientiousness followed on the trickling prints of the legacy she paved. A form of cataclysmic strength, a symbol of opulent beauty, yet she stood off to enroll as what has become kismet’s endeavors. The creations of all celestial galore hidden the secrets of universe, locked on a pandora box as all mortals will witness the emergence of the celestial enchantress: 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗩𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗡𝗦.

Ascendancy of the prizmatic Jane graced the lulling presence in the midst of winter sky that nuzzles the luster of hydrangea petals. Erstwhile a halcyon extant universe incessantly ceaseless cradled itself in hues of violet phosphorescence. Laced with cobalt shimmering stars, perpetually whole it nonetheless sought to know itself. Encompassing all that is bubbling over in effervescent ebullience intertwined with indescribable catastrophic splendor. Hearken the berceuse, for the damsel with dainty façade has ascending to her almighty throne from the heavenly sphere. The noble and graceful heart carried the puissance that conquered all mortals. In the opalescent hardiment of upheaved and jocund dreams, the enchantress of rêverie is welcoming you to her grand chateau. The spellbinding divinity of the cherubic star awaken to start her righteous journey in the vivid world. With the feign and hazy charm, she has the aptitude to pique everyone that lays sight on her eidetic being.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Holy Mademoiselle

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗔. 1997. “She stares at yet another lonely soul, scattered upon the paper.”

As she knelt among the tranquility of illusory that steer, and drew the shadows of deadly characters that bear. She felt bliss amidst the bedlam of sneer, even when the world was spinning in a rarity drear. Beseeching secrets amidst solace’s steer, devoid of fear, in each prime—without a tear. She stands in the middle of a pocket of bliss to move freely within a drear, listen to every ticking timeline when serenity clearly released a rope fraught prose of melancholy—wherein the shadow of life story is so near.
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Signed In Queenstown, 1982.

Feel even deeper and abhor, where its vibrancy is overshadowed by looming shadows that threaten to dull its color. Much like the piercing tears shed by a crow, the true essence lies not in destruction but in unearthing buried shadow. Amidst the hustle and bustle, there lies untapped memory that she settles, yet some struggle to reach the wreck of battle. The ligature straps across the veil of secrecy cave, continue to hold it even when the sun passes its equinox through the quiver of lustre. As the birds flee, wall-to-wall in paint of outdoors illustrates the extraordinary outcome, she stays even when the moon shows its brightness. For every miracle, for every moment fraught solace, for every passage of time. For every wound that was embedded and healed, for every lake that showed its beauty and she gazed—amidst the calm of the night that echoed. Throughout the given praise, every incident that happened was for the peace she: 𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗚𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘.

The heart rusted, unused and gleamed away, staring the stare and the glaze is near, moving the roots and the stories that appear. She stands right near, an unblemished sword of drear, not succumbing to rust or fear, ready to be wielded with a spear. The feeling of suffocation is always accompanied by darkness, like an unwatered tree, making it hard to breathe even when she is in a state of refuge. She is so attuned to the surroundings, noticing fallen leaves, pouring rain—and gusts of wind that seem to demand attention—as she sits on an old chair, sensing and contemplating. She keeps searching, she keeps wondering, she keeps hoping for darkness to continue to exist as she looks down on a knee. She begs to be free, adorned with glee, as she might guarantee with certainty, for something that she can see.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬
Preamble Of Belle-Lettre

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡. 1997. DECEMBER TRICKLES HER RIBCAGES: Brimmed by ivory garment and twisted rosettes.

Cherry odor wafted through the room as the red wine toppled and tousled to the floor, while the fowls' psalms blighted her as if she were brimming with blues and longings for freedom. The night airglow is balmy and torches flare so brightly that even one's eyes may be blinded by its rays; so close and warm that even a hearth could not compare itself to the feel of loved ones' fingertips upon hers. Truth and lies were mouthed and unkempt vows were made, the bracelets are worn out and this time she shall be ready to tread upon this acre—where all the kind things are shown, hailed in honour.ㅤㅤㅤ
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Signed In Venice, 1982.

Manes whisked beneath the moonlight's ivory light, adored by birdweets, and psalms were sung, hailed by the divine. 'Neath the dim rays and along with shattered manunoscripts—her marred heart, the sun-baked starworts adorning the walls coated in post-it notes, and a kissed dream, she solely give herself a tale to tell where all ripped apricots defrost upon her wringing-wet palms because of her beauty. Henceforth, this is a tale about how triple mirros aches her kindness that sown within her heart and honeycomb would sit, glossying her chapped lips and making them more balmy. It seems joy in her notions and heart to steal the sunset's glance dips into her hearts, to stare at the eyes that gaze towards her with ever-wamrth of summer as she walks, vivider and warmer in the summertime. Her heart is one, moonlight seeps again into her yawning cage and now decaying dreams bleed and ripen themselves into a new dream. She is a work of art to be shown, a joy to be hailed and her name should be praised. Name the hearthstone: 𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗘.

Out of the bones and wrenched wings, this what Valkyrie solemnly sacrificed—A vow, a name, and a hallowed throne. All the vowels and tongues that were mouthed with such love tasted like ripped berries. All that is left in her room, all alone but lonesomeness never imprinted within her stowed bones. Grey dawns usually do not greet her with any longing. A cascade of roses surrounded her as she reclined in a bathtub. Floral lace encircled the room and the scent of roses cured her marred heart. 'Till Jupiter dangles from her wrist, her psalms may bring men to their knees. A mosaic of words siwrls in a shaped-like blade and the notion of being a saviour that men fail to recognize as such astounds her: how the world begins to crumble the moment society witnesses a woman show their crooked teeth and roar with their tongue, rage like a martinet itself, yet still tender.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Sanguine Lassie

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗬𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗡. 1998. Existence of fabulous dame ‘against beauteous Paradise. In tandem with her perseverance.

Genuine and heartfelt encouragement serves as the primary catalyst for an individual embarking on her debut with unwavering commitment. Encircled by individuals who harbor faith and endorse her endeavors, triumph evolves into the delectable outcome of the arduous labor and resolute determination that has been poured in. Endorsement emanating from masses and the members engenders an invigorating ambiance and nurtures invaluable self-assurance. Amidst each accolade and motivation, she is fortified, drawing closer to the coveted triumph. The backing she receives established a sturdy groundwork for attaining the pinnacle of her aspirations and fully actualizing her potential.
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Signed In Austria, 1982.

Extraordinary realm beauty transcends mere corporeal essence resonating through enchanting vocal cadences and captivating symphony. The fusion of visual allure furthermore mellifluous resonance conjures a mesmerizing spectacle. Individuals adorned amidst entrancing vocal timbres moreover charismatic ’visages serve as luminaries, evoking attention furthermore reverence from their environs. Their presence possesses the potency to transmute environments into luminous, affectionate spheres, exuding positive emanations. Harmony of voice functions as a salve for weary spirits, imparting serenity and elation to listeners. Beyond-mere superficial charm, authentic beauty emanates against the wellsprings of kindness and inner grace: 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘.

Inspire others through the exemplification that genuine beauty surpasses veneers, encompassing one's capacity to bestow benevolence and refinement upon others. In a world oftentimes besieged by the quest for flawlessness, individuals endowed with melodious voices impart the wisdom that true beauty emanates against embracing our individuality moreover genuineness. Implore us to look beyond surface layers and unveil profound beauty within ourselves and others. Each individual harbors the potential to infuse the world with beauty, whether through ’mellifluous vocalizations, the art we create, or other distinctive expressions. Revering beauty in all its myriad forms, whether in corporeal aesthetics dulcet tones or acts of benevolence cultivate a more compassionate, tender moreover aesthetically pleasing world.
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               Signed In Seville.

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚. 2004. ASTRID CHRYSANTE. Clandestine dame whom illustrated an interpretation of godly-charm.

“Oh, Lord” She shines as a radiant gem amidst the vast ocean, forever embodying an ethereal luminescence. Her presence, depicted through myriad sentences and words, fails to fully capture her magnificent essence. Beyond her fascinating persona lies a profound tenderness reminiscent of the delicate fragrance of roses as if her heart, as gentle as silk, emanates a benevolence so pure, it defines celestial uniqueness. Her allure knows no bounds—not even the darkest shadows of existence can dim her radiance. Some would illustrate her as statuesque, graceful, and noble-hearted where she’s possessing an exquisite charm whom transcends mere words. She possesses a rare quality whom allows her to exist in multiple narratives simultaneously. She’s an epitome of artistry, embodying melodies, songs, poems, and harmonies. Her outward appearance reflects the harmony of her inner goodness, resulting in a romantic ideal of aesthetic perfection.
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗬𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛
Authored by: Rita Hayworth.

Eloquently presents that one shall close their eyes devoid of any carnal desire—and instead, bask among the exquisite essence of her spirit, the tender caress of her hands where the depth of her gaze catch everyone’s feelings. Immerse oneself in the intricacies of her mind, attuned through the symphony of her emotions and delicately navigate the landscape of her aspirations. For eternal-lure, she contends, lies not in mere physical form, yet in the all essences of womanhood—a sentiment both profound and poetic.
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗣𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡
Authored by: Audrey Hepburn.

Eloquently presents that one shall close their eyes devoid of any carnal desire—and instead, bask among the exquisite essence of her spirit, the tender caress of her hands where the depth of her gaze catch everyone’s feelings. Immerse oneself in the intricacies of her mind, attuned through the symphony of her emotions and delicately navigate the landscape of her aspirations. For eternal-lure, she contends, lies not in mere physical form, yet in the all essences of womanhood—a sentiment both profound and poetic.
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬
Authored by: Anne Hathaway.

Eloquently presents that one shall close their eyes devoid of any carnal desire—and instead, bask among the exquisite essence of her spirit, the tender caress of her hands where the depth of her gaze catch everyone’s feelings. Immerse oneself in the intricacies of her mind, attuned through the symphony of her emotions and delicately navigate the landscape of her aspirations. For eternal-lure, she contends, lies not in mere physical form, yet in the all essences of womanhood—a sentiment both profound and poetic.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ TALE OF SEIZED DELIGHT
Permed manes and matchsticks,
sing the celestia 'till it searing on
their wills: For praises, for dreams.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (...)

The starworts parched itself; its charred fronds fell to the acre where they rotted and left an odor reminiscent of morphine; the scent was not of decay, yet the fronds spoke of one's heart as it breathed and beat, aching and yearning. Shut their lips tight-bounded, topple some lipstick with maroon hue upon ivory skirts and kiss the loved ones passionately; name them all with every written psalms one may sing, for each word jotted to be sung gently—for ever flawed men marred their bones and lance their wirst until it was bleeding for femme of dream; it shall wane, it shall be laid to rest and it shall never resurface, not even in the mourning hours may spent on their beds.

Treat the deadly wounds that mended and spread so broadly; let their bruised knees and spinning brains be their confession. In this meadow, they devoured the whole body of an apple; a man may die from poisoning, noxiousness, and dullness. Oh, honey, mere letters and deets seduce a joy, for they shall blossom in the twilight. Triple mirros and their reflections fly, soles spinning and leaping on the tiled floor; aching solitude and forgotten poetry weigh heavy on their hearts. Roses. Pendants. Serapes. Salted-tides. Eclairs. Still, they seek glory; they are fancy of the psalms that named them The Hayworths, The Hepburn, and The Hathaway. Sound the horn and rejoice; let it fills the air with delight!

All Hail: Seraphine Eden-Rue, Sylvia Wood, Jane Elmerylise, Heather Miriane, Everaire Poesy, Kourtney Oswalden, Edlynna Eclipsewood, Remarieth Lotherm, Raclaysha Waldstein, Jennie Vaughns, Edna Montgomerie, Evarthe Tsalvine, Margueriette Josephine.
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VESPERTINE LETTER: PROFOUND WRITING AUTHORED BY MATHILDE.

In this painted earth, where balanced integrity is required along our compassion to pour imagination, justice towards social maneuver and the sundry demands therein, sometimes denouncing the breadth of understanding and the ability to develop. But we are now standing on a beautiful fortune that we never once expected over-heels, with all the complications, dignity, etiquette and strengths that are often considered fragile. Bless us all, God, for those who are at their shallow and whose decency upraised. Greet us all, beneath the loyalty that flows from beginning to end, steadily like clockwork at this crossroads that once brought our doubts through composed decisions.

Shout out to everyone who participated in enlivening and appreciating this sparkling momentum, from the moment we compiled our journals to chase this spectacular senses, and to her—who always maintained her belief and devotion to keep breathing at the same unity, @SheIsMathilde. Thank you for all your brilliant ideas that made today’s miracle came true, turning our words into something great with all the details and meaning amongst. Forget-them-not: @SongKang, @PinkiesPromises, and @Carandle, the pioneers of versatility and ideas which has succeeded in delivering natural beauty to the crowd, through artworks we truly admire. Lastly, for @Yuanyring who always supports us on the front lines internally and externally, we will always cherish all your hard work, starting from zero to hero. We continue to express thousands, myriad of gratitude to them, masterminds behind the coherence of the earth we live on now and in the future. May you always be blessed and laugh under the glorified, in a hope those kindness would return, with a better solace.

Hail In Solace,
Mathilde: 1900.
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