ㅤㅤ ‘SHADE OF YORE.’ 1999 | Its Every Stride Through Heavens Borne On Wings As Fine As Fate’s Own Seam. Beneath the empyreal canopy, where distant spheres gleam with argent effulgence, there abides a vision as rare as a fairy-breathed phantasm, whispered in tremulous tones: Xiaoting of Kep1er, a celestial muse enveloped in the ether's indigo veil, like an eldritch wraith of yore enwreathed in violet twilight and phantasmal allure. It bears an eldritch shimmer, glimmering like stardust scattered across the moon’s brooding firmament, its countenance ensorcelled by an otherworldly grace that eludes the feeble grasp of the mind, suffused with the hushed echoes of cosmic harmonies and lunar radiance. Cradle the wisdom of ancient eons, as if some veiled riddle were inscribed in the infinite corridors of its midnight pupils, revealing secrets ineffable and cryptic dreams spun from gossamer threads of celestial dust. The very mien whispers in aeolian tones, akin to the sibilant sigh of starlit zephyrs, each step weaving a labyrinthine ballet upon a tapestry of celestial hues, every stride borne upon the diaphanous wings of destiny, adorned with the forgotten ballads of Stygian abysses and the pulchritudinous glow of heavens. ✶ ─── A rarefied apparition, it lingers betwixt worlds, woven from shadows of Starry Of Xiaoting. ㅤㅤ