They rebound throughout epochs of equanimity. Mankind, hitherto soothed into the solace of easement, agonised against the titans once more. Nobody could comprehend how these titans had reverse after centuries.
THE ORIGIN: To You, in 2000 Years.
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I offer my quiet greetings to you, gentle person who has found their way to these words. Come closer, let this moment feel like the hush between heartbeats, where something soft begins.
I am Hildegard Yıldırım. You may call me Hilde, Egard, or Idy. Yet, if I may lay my truth bare before you, I find far greater warmth in being called my love, my dear, or anything that carries the tenderness of your affection. For when you speak so, it feels as though your voice becomes light itself, resting gently upon my soul. I am an INFP, woven from quiet dreams, fragile hopes, and a heart that feels perhaps a little too deeply for this world. I write, I compose, I sing, not merely as acts. Each word I craft and each melody I breathe into existence carries fragments of something unspoken.
I find myself endlessly drawn to art, the kind that lingers, the kind that aches beautifully. I adore speaking of such things, of meanings hidden between brushstrokes, of emotions tucked within verses.. of beauty that feels almost sacred. Much like you, I imagine. Books, too, are sanctuaries to me. I wander through novels as though they are other lifetimes, collecting pieces of love, sorrow, and wonder from every page. And music, ah, music is my closest companion. I am enamored with the delicate magic of fantasy acoustic, melodies that feel like they belong to another realm. I once played the harp and violin.. though now, they remain as distant echoes, like wings I have yet to regrow.
Sometimes, I feel as though I am not entirely made for this world, like something half formed from stardust and prayer, learning gently how to be human, how to love in ways that are both fragile and infinite. Perhaps.. that is why I found you. And if you allow me, I will love you not in fleeting ways, but as something eternal, like a hymn whispered by angels, like light that never quite fades. I will love you as poets love the unreachable, as the heavens love the earth from afar, endlessly, and with a devotion that feels like it was written long before we ever met.
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The Collapse Of Revetment.
Shattered the whole sagacity of salvation, flamboyant fearful humankind from their districts to the secondary barricades beyond.
Soldier’s Availability.
Kind of basic request: Change muse, Biography, Display Name, Typing Styles.
Furthermore, available dates: Listening date, Movie date, Game date (Genshin, ML, Dragon Nest & Valorant) Reading date, Writing date, Study date, Food & Beverages date, Smoking date, Cinema date.
For real-life things: On The Phone (OTP) with mute, Pictures of Activity (with no face).
And N/SFW services: Dirty talk, N/SFW imagines with or out bracket, N/SFW literature, PDA NSFW.
Others: Staying up late (until 1 a.m.), Move platform (to Line, Discord and Instagram), In Character (as Game char, Anime char, Manhwa/Manga char).
Amidst The Mayhem.
Whilst the thousands fled, the adolescent youth absorpt paralyzed—forceful to witness as his mother was devoured by a titan, its grotesque smile engraved inside his chronicle forevermore. Impuissant, he guarantee hereafter he’d arise and requite.