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┊┊. ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇ
❝There's something about you that just... makes everything better. I feel at peace when you're around, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. ❞
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ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
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𖤓 'Sometimes, the things we carry are heavier than we realize. I know it's hard to let go, to lean on someone else, but Lunarae... it's okay to let someone catch you ' 𖤓
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In the vast quiet of the night, Lunarae lay in perfect stillness at the center of her grand chamber, her form a figure of celestial grace against the silken embrace of her bed. The immense bed beneath her held a softness so profound, it seemed woven from the very essence of twilight, cradling her body with a gentle firmness that seemed reverent, as if it, too, were attuned to her quite presence. The delicate fabric beneath her was the color of midnight, deep and undisturbed, pooling and gathering around her like liquid shadows. Each fold of it rose and fell in rippling arcs, resembling the gentle tides of a darkened sea, a tranquil ebb and flow that lent a subtle rhythm to the stillness. Her body nestled within its gentle folds, each limb at ease, each finger resting softly upon the silken surface as it cradles by night itself. Her breath was so soft it hardly disturbed the air around her, only the faintest whisper of movement marking her existence in the darkness, The soft pulse of her heartbeat felt almost in sync with the silent throb of distant stars, creating an unspoken connection between herself and the vastness that lay just beyond her chamber walls.
Her hair, impossibly long, spilled over the bed and touched the floor, framing her with a shadowed cascade that looked as if the night itself had poured over her. Dark as a moonless sky, her hair flowed in smooth waves, each strand casting a faint, silken sheen that reflected the deepest shades of indigo, fading to the edges where the faintest hints of navy blue emerged, like the horizon blending into the depths of space. It fanned out across the pillow, a tumble of inky silk that whispered of distant galaxies, each strand blending seamlessly into the next with an almost liquid quality, hinting at a celestial mystery just beyond reach. Flecks of faint silver shimmered within, delicate as stardust scattered by an unseen hand, giving her hair a hypnotic, otherworldly beauty. When the dim glow of starlight caught in these silken waves, it seemed to transform them, casting a faint, iridescent sheen that shifted with her slightest movements, as if the cosmos itself was woven through her locks, granting her a quiet but profound majesty that seemed to transcend mortal beauty.
