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𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽. 𝖤𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌'𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 - 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒; 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾...

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Once every 5 years a small, lonely circus tent appears in the middle of nowhere. It sits unnoticed; the bright stripes and the soft music that whispers in the depths of it add little to the emptiness of the tiny, dark hallways. Sometimes, the tent would make an appearance right by some ongoing fair - it would be nestled amongst the cramped food stalls and countless open-air arcades, blending in as if it was always there. 

People would find a couple of clowns right by the entrance. One would smile and offer entertainment, while the other would just stare, holding the curtains open for anyone who dares enter. 

Some would go inside. The dim lights would swallow them along with the roaring crowds of those hungry to see magic, and the curtains would close. To some, they would never part again.

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Another flower in my garden - a narcissus. He annoys me. Eat him. Please.

I really want to post my last silly goober today, but I don't know yet... Have Malphas for now! Or let him have you, if you catch my drift.

✧.* recommended song: Commanded by voices by IAMX

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°˖✧ ✿ Someone sent you a letter! Will you come over?

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