ㅤ XI, Clergyable Reimmersion: The trees rise to the occasion, grass up through the palms donning eir apex verdant hues, Leuchanthemum and florals are blooming everywhere in the evergreen heathland, the scattered rainbow that they are as catching thermal updrafts. A burst of eldritch sunshine that twisted aurora borealis, one could liken it to a daemon's malice is a shadowed smile rather than some blind grimace, smear the sunshine as painted stars upon their oblivion château. With cheery echoes of crystalline jubilation and twirling along the ceiling, giving a new lease of life to the chandeliers and transparentizing all colors of the royal renaissance murals that drown out any conflicting emotion of mourning and betrayal to regret when they are alienated and broken, unable to deal with the world besides adoration, devotion, and awe—that they were going to undergo. The seraphic symphony begins beneath the paling sky, whilst catching a glimpse of the interconnecting frames above, enkindles the southern summer-sweet breeze in the balcony accompanied by an ebullient chorale. A sacred emergence is writing itself in the morning mist, “Let the grotesque mid-summer festive begins.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MIDSUMMER, 2023.ㅤ ☭ ˳ ׄ ៹ ㅤ ㅤ