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8-bit stories

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Dream 80’s nyc penthouse

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She set her mind ablaze into the trails beyond her gaze 🐇…

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She sang the midnight blues to the home that lives in her soul

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Cherry Echo’s

Morning Routine

She rises to see the sun through paper-thin lace curtains. Her alarm buzzez softly with sounds of windchimes, nature and fairies singing her name.

She slips into a vintage gown and evaporateds in her clawfoot tub filled with warm moonwater she collects in colourful jars. Candles are lit all across the room smelling of salty air and warm cinnamon. She sips on her glowing tea full of her personal health elixir.

Wrapped in cozy robe with rose petals and glitter candy, she stares into the mirror and sings lyrics she hasn’t written yet. Her lip balm tastes like sweet honey and she smells like caramel. She applies cooling patches to her eyes and sprinkles dew drops onto her skin. Her blush is made of crushed berries and powdered chalk.

She toasts crumbling milk bread on a tiny, magical hotplate. Topped with “space jam” (a pink jelly she makes using secret ingredients). She adds chocolate strawberries and peanut butter toffee. Bacon, sweet sausage and scrambled eggs on certain days. She sips her own homemade “dream soda”—sparkling springwater with blue jolly ranchers, sweet lotus extract, and a dash of seafoam.

She floats around, twirls and spins across her ice floor in slow motion, listening to her favourite record. Dances in a style never seen by humans, only by her animal friends.

Before leaving through her skylight window, she checks her fuzzy, silver pouch of daily trinkets and treats;

An old cassette tape labeled “behind the blur”

A melted ring pop

A faded photo of a stranger on a motorcycle

A cherry pit wrapped in a fortune cookie

Ready to haunt the day, she finishes her makeup with last touches of smudged black eyeliner, brushes out her frizzy hair and slides on her chunkiest pair of shoes, letting the day unfold like a forgotten memory.

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this is me, Cherry Echo, coming to you from a distant frequency.

I lay low, writing lyrics in my dreams and counting sheep before bed.

Right now I smell like cotton candy and my eyes are two different colours.

Good morning

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whats the password?

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