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I have little more to say about the books on this list. Of course, I’ve got a few others up my sleeve but if there is one thing I can’t stress enough, surely that lady, named Maryaheia K absolutely adore fantasy. Why then Marya? Well, might have a little talk with me, together we might just uncover the answer!

And yes, if you’ve noticed.. I’ve shamelessly swapped ‘defining my taste’ for these books I fully intend—and genuinely plan—to get my very hands on, and read all wholeheartedly. Still, I hope they help shape my taste in carefully curated pages. Also, small note: I am fully aware of the boycott movement against authors who haven’t shown support for Palestine, as I do regularly check the lists. However, if you ever spot something I’ve missed, please don’t hesitate to remind me.

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Maryaheia Krimson.

Maryaheia Krimson—Marya, Heia, or Krimson— you may call her by whichever names feels most fitting to you. As mentioned before, Marya uses feminine pronouns, she is already part of called adulthood as well.

Absolute Ocean wanderer. / The usual Gemini as you might picture. / A melancholic Ravenclawㅡstill in her wistful thought. Hh. / Self-proclaimed Thunderbird. / INTP.. probably forever lost in her mind. / A would-be reader and writer, yet chasing those slips through the fingers. / A failed cinephile, never quite belonging the world of film. / Perhaps.. a certified melancholic, with sorrow runs into the very fibres of being. / Classical pieces devotee!

Her welcome site, X, is her cherished haven—a space where she shares most of her posts and interactions, a true sanctuary for her thoughts.

Couldn’t speak to openly? Her private corner on Telegram extends a warm, unguarded invitation; you’re always welcome to reach out to her there.

Perhaps she might share more of her world? Maybe a glimpse into her cinematic musings—the films she’s been watching or her current favourites? You’ll find her on Letterboxd.

Ah, and what of melodies, pieces and her voices? Those soothing sounds and songs she treasures, ones that even lull her into restful sleep. Carefully curated playlist awaitsㅡsurprise, surprise!

Apologies! Yes, yes, her scattered writings across the page might appear quite the jumble.. If you’d prefer a more, but mini organised collection, you may consider visiting her Medium!

Please refrain from following or expecting a follow-back if you dislike the content I post, create or also engage in drama—especially public drama, or bring conflict to the timeline. This.. also applies if you use too vulgar or harsh language, or fall under common ‘do not interact’ criteria, too. Let us both be decent and considerate shall we?

I respect everyone’s freedom to express themselves also manage their accounts as they see fit. However, I kindly ask that you approach this space with ethics and mindfulness.. I really have no desire to embrace negativity in my own corner.

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Forget the way I smiled for you, forget the way I stayed so, long after I should have left. Forget the way I whispered a little "we are okay" when inside.. I was shattering. Please.. forget the way you watched me shatter, and told yourself and myself, it was love that burns.

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All rights reservedㅡMaryaheia Krimson, in the heart of the cold stillness of her room, her sanctuary; from 2023 / 2024

Her birthday cakes treats. / Her first milk tea of the year, a gentle, familiar pleasure. / One of the books she’s reading in, likely to be finished by nightfall, or so she thinks. / A warm cup of tea steam curling up like a whispered secret. / Her favourite blazer, like a perfect companion as she goes on another business trip, a quiet confidence in her strides. / A bookshop, with its dusty shelves, and a café latte, smooth and comforting in her own hands. / Normal People, God. With her milk tea though she won’t return to it—this chapter is closed. / Her usual coffee, grounding and dependable. / Korean folklore, which alive with tales that stir the imagination.

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She is a whisper in the abyss, voice that rises like the tideㅡsirenspeakㅡlow and seductive. Her words..so simply out like the murmur of the ocean, as it felt quite resonating with a power that belongs to no land. She is both human.. something more, her silence is a song, her stillness, silent movement—much like an echo of the depths, carrying with it the allure of a far blues, beckoning and unknowable.

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Piano concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op. 18:1. Moderato. / Sergei Rachmaninoff

Eternal Slumber / Yonder Dale

Prelude in E Minor, Op. 28, No. 4 | Waltz in A Minor, Op. 34, No. 2 / Frédéric Chopin

Swan Theme No. 9 Finale / Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Scarborough Fair, Simon & Garfunkel

Nocturnal Waltz / Johannes Bornlöf

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These pictures.. has become quite well-known within my small circle; I ask you, say, your perspective. What do you see? Do you perceive it as two on the cusp of reuniting, about to join hands after a long time apart, or is it actually moments where they grip each other so tightly that they inevitably slip free?

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If ever you feel the need to pause, and no one.. offers you the permission, let me grant it now. Even the earth itself tires in a way—what makes you think we are any less in need of rest?