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The weather was lovely last winter. 😊❤️💛🤍

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Pain Archives｜Personal Emotional Rocrds

This is a personal emotional archive —

a raw outpouring of feelings, not a polished piece of art.

The core themes are pain, discomfort, hesitation, and the dissonance between surface and reality.

The shooting angles themselves are filled with spiritual uncertainty and hesitation.

It captures the fracture between the world above water and the world beneath, hinting at larger existential questions.

At its heart, it’s a small act of emotional venting — but honest, fragile, and painfully real.

Vivid colors, blurred details.

A surface of abundance, an undercurrent of ache.

At the height of brightness, loneliness cuts the deepest.

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My photos🤗⭐️✨

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Light and shadows

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Flowers🌹🌸🤗

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Spring Breeze Haze

On a night tipsy with spring’s whisper, I slipped downstairs, phone in hand, to snap some blooms.

The tree giggled, “Always at night, huh?” I winked, “Night owl’s my style.”

A stray cat strutted by, tossing a cheeky “Mrow~” my way 🌸

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This is a comic I’m working on together with AI, titled “Photosynthesis.”

It’s still in development. 🌱

The story follows a blind girl as she begins to connect with the world — and it’s really about the growing pains we experience when stepping into society for the first time.

That moment in youth when we start to see the unspoken darkness of human nature and social rules — the shock, the ache.

I hope this story can open up more space for reflection and possibilities.

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✨ I went for a walk alone on a spring evening — and stumbled into a world quietly blooming with colors.

🌆 A friend said their favorite was the one where shadows tangle with golden light at dusk.

🫧 Others said the bluish ones — taken somewhere between twilight and deep night — look like dreams that slipped out of fairytales.

To me, they’re just tiny springtime encounters — the lingering glow of fireflies after the sun has gone.

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Spring Urban Drift — fragments of a quiet, uncanny season

Lately I’ve found myself drifting through the city at night.

The streets are quieter. The air softer.

Something about touching nature — even the tiniest bit of it — feels like a way back to myself.

This is part of my Spring Urban Drift series:

Not quite a project, more like a collection of chance encounters.

Moments that feel a little… off.

A house swallowed by shadowy branches.

A moon wedged in the crack between apartment buildings.

A blooming tree that seems to call someone upstairs.

A stray light glowing behind bushes like it got lost from December.

None of it is planned.

I just walk, and the city unfolds itself — strange, absurd, gentle.

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Spring Night Bloom — A Complete Vision

But something felt unfinished. The scene sparked a vision I couldn’t capture with my phone. So I turned to AI—not as a shortcut, but as an extension of what I saw in my heart.

The flowers, the girl, the hidden light—it was all there, waiting to be brought out.

What you see now is a pairing of two worlds: the real blossoms I passed by and the imagined moment I built from them.

It’s not fantasy. It’s a complete imagination—an emotional truth.

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My mother’s door.

Warm light always leaks through softly.

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The fence is always there.

But the stars never cared.

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Spring nights, wandering.

Flowers glowing quietly under the streetlights.

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Sun-Eaten

When I wake,

the dream has faded.

Sunlight is like shattered diamonds,

and a breeze moves

through silent emptiness.

White cotton slippers

chase a black shadow

until the curtain is lifted—

in that instant,

the world reappears,

and I see my faded self

in the glass.

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My Instagram story post 😉

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Spring🌸😚

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Christmas Eve Dusk😊