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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Before we begin, let me leave something small and honest here for you.
I have always believed that the most beautiful connections are never the loudest ones. They are found instead in lingering conversations after midnight, in the comfort of shared silence, in songs sent without explanation, in hands that remain intertwined just a little longer than necessary. Perhaps that is why I find myself drawn not merely to people, but to the quiet spaces they leave behind in my heart.
Hello, I’m Mingsi Chen—though you may simply call me Mingsi.
If I could describe myself honestly, I would say I am someone who loves softly, yet deeply enough for it to linger. I carry myself with grace where I can, though beneath the elegance lies a heart far more sentimental than I often let others see. I may appear composed at first, perhaps even difficult to read, but those who stay long enough will discover someone warm, teasing, affectionate, and quietly devoted in ways that matter.
I adore beautiful things—not only in appearance, but in feeling. Candlelight flickering against rainy windows. Soft melodies drifting through dimly lit rooms. Museums filled with stories hidden within brushstrokes and fractured marble. Classical music accompanying quiet readings in the afternoon, melancholic songs softening the evening, and love songs that somehow always seem to remind me of someone. Especially after 8 PM, when the world begins to quiet and emotions grow louder than thoughts, I become most like myself.
I am someone who stays awake far too late listening to music, who sends songs at unreasonable hours because the lyrics reminded me of you, who rambles endlessly once excited, and who secretly becomes clingier than expected when deeply attached. There is a childishness hidden beneath my refinement—a playful teasing warmth reserved only for those I hold close. And when I care, I tend to care too much. Perhaps excessively so. But I have never learned how to love halfway.
Still, loving deeply has taught me certain pains. There were moments in life where I gave oceans only to receive fragments in return, and perhaps because of that, there remains a quiet fear within me of being misunderstood. Sometimes I hide my feelings behind elegance and composure, pretending I need less reassurance than I truly do. Yet despite everything, I continue to choose tenderness. I continue to believe that affection, when genuine, is one of the gentlest things we can offer another person.
What draws me most toward others is intelligence—not merely the kind measured through knowledge, but the kind reflected in thoughtfulness, curiosity, emotional depth, and the ability to understand what remains unspoken. I am captivated by people who make conversations feel endless, who can quiet the noise inside my mind simply through their presence alone. To me, that is what home truly means: not a place, but a person with whom silence feels safe.
I love stories deeply because they remind me that devotion can survive even the harshest worlds. I adore writing unwritten plots, imagining fragile moments between characters, and finding pieces of humanity hidden within fiction, music, and art. I enjoy cozy games and thinking games alike—even if strategy has never been my strength, I will still try for the people I care about, at least more than once. Perhaps love itself is much like that: trying again, gently and sincerely, because someone matters enough to make the effort worthwhile.
And if there is one thing you should know about me, it is this:
To die for someone may be considered heroic, but what a devotion it is to continue living in this imperfect world simply because the person you love still exists within it.
Maybe that is the kind of love I understand best. Not loud destruction, not fleeting intensity, but quiet devotion. The kind that remembers. The kind that stays.
So if you choose to know me, then let us take our time with it. Let us fill quiet nights with conversation, exchange songs that ache beautifully, tease one another gently, and create the sort of connection that feels less like performance and more like coming home.
I think I would like that very much.
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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: Basic request (ava, display name, bio, typing)
Furthermore, available dates: Study/work date, Food/Drink date, Game date (Telegram, Gartic.io, etc), Movie date on Rave or any platform.
For real-life things: Pap daily activity (no face), Vn, Sing a song, OTP mute/unmute, Sleep call mute/unmute.
And N/SFW services: -
Others: Imagine literate. In Character or semi IC (idol, au, wattpad, crush). Move platform (Line, WhatsApp, Discord).
Amidst The Mayhem.
Whilst the thousands fled, the adolescent youth absorpt paralyzed—forceful to witness as her mother was devoured by a titan, its grotesque smile engraved inside his chronicle forevermore. Impuissant, she guarantee hereafter she’d arise and requite.