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LIM, C. D. β˜† Of age.
Joined July 2026
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― The once vibrant hues dwindle into the faintest streaks, spilling across the stage. A final glow shimmers through, leaving their silhouettes to cast elongated shadows. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― With a quiet sigh and a simple simper, his orbs soon settle upon the other before the fleeting light flickers out, darkness engulfing them whole. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― β€œOh-oh, oh.” The cadence of his singing grows bolder, trembling with unspoken lingerβ€”vocals slowly rising as strings of melody unfurl. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― DOM’s digits casually cradle his guitar against him, cascading through different chords as he follows the song’s melody. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― He takes his time admiring the tranquility of the crowd, limbs hoisted upwards as he sways with them. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― β€œAnd die with a smile.” Strumming through the chorus, feeling the vibrations of the strings against the pads of his digits. β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― His vocals gradually ascend with a measured cadence. Each passing note effortlessly slipped through parted tiers. β€œSo I’ma love you every night like it’s the last night,” β €β €
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β €β € π“žRPHIC, 𝕯OM πŸ•― β€œLike it’s the last night.” Facing EDEN, his orbs gradually soften at the sight of her. A melody wells from within him, his voice adopting a steady timbre as he harmonizes with EDEN’s dulcet vocals. β €β €
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