Pharsa.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗮, 𝟭𝟵𝟱𝟲. Miku Hatsune galloped through the village without slowing. Five children had been playing in the middle of the road. By the time the horse's hooves struck the cobblestones, it was already too late. Blood splattered over the rocks, yet the noblewoman never looked back. Behind her, grieving parents gathered what little remained of their children. Their bodies had been crushed beyond recognition, forcing the village to bury all five beneath a single grave. “How about a horse's hooves for legs?” A brief chuckle soon followed, “Tell me, shouldn't a noble know how to sing?” Yet, no one was there to answer the question. “Then let her be the Diva.”

“One… two…!” At the center of the grand stage stood a blazing ring of fire. Crimson flames danced and writhed around its circumference, their relentless tongues making the scorching temperature impossible to ignore. Before the blazing ring stood the young Lion, his fearless gaze fixed ahead. His hands were balled into trembling fists, faint blood trickling between his fingers where his own claws had dug into the flesh of his palms. However, not a single flicker of pain crossed his face, as though the agony meant nothing.

Time's up! Terimakasih bagi kalian yang sudah mengisi Bingo dan absen tepat waktu boleh ambil 20 poin. Yang telat 10 poin saja ya~ Bisa kita langsung mulai? Coba sebutkan siapa saja 4 nama yang kira-kira ada di gambar ini? Sampai 19.50.

⠀ Today, the Circus celebrates the birthday of @InviteeSterling, @InviteeMasque, @InviteeManaIo and @InviteeRacht! 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. And for one evening, the applause belongs to them. ⠀