ㅤ ㅤ⋆ ָ࣪ 𓏲 ۰𓈒✦ : 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎 encounters a peculiar melody, a tune she's heard thousand times yet never before, similar to what her friend 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 heard. That whenever a peony sprout pours out its vibrantly colored bloom to the sight, it emits a melody that the heart perceives and turns into a symphony. As an end, as her fingers move over the card she's holding, this is what has been heard by her ears. She adapts the heart melody as to what the sights can see by using her creative hues and paintbrush. And as she penned, whenever the syllables began to form bunches, phrases, and passages, it was the perfect insulator of the moon's tranquil melody, the symphony of genesis. ㅤ⋆ ָ࣪ 𓏲 ۰𓈒✦ : Two statuesque oaks of somber peeping emerald arose in the midnight gap of heaven's dark bloom, their tips encircling as if though drawn in arithmetic purity. And when 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒂 saw the sight of a one-eyed rabbit, vast and savvy, as she peered at them about a magnificent millisecond, the sort that could have been any number of days in the lustre of eternal afterlife. She stood beyond those emerald rabbit eyes in the stratosphere, peering on the engulfed land, before she can even gasp another breath before her mind was cognizant of any other thought. For all of these were our herald's eyes, the ones that guarded all the heavens in the sovereignty of love. Her fantasies were not as lovely as those in other people's stories, and she was swallowed up in her slumber and thoughts. So she stumbled into a strange universe she has no idea what it really is. ㅤ