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At The Dusk of The Century, 2024.

Do you believe in what your body, your consciousness, your feelings, your memories, your soul—the infinite fragments of you—can weave together?

You move. You laugh. You are joy, suspended in air. You whisper prayers. You meet fate halfway.

You narrate. You speak in silences between breaths. You arrange, and unarrange. You tread paths where none exist.

You dance through tempests and firestorms, pirouetting against torrents that swallow whole ships, their bones scattered in the whirlpool’s wake—jagged, biting, bleeding—the ghosts of the past carving new scars into your skin.

You dance, untethered. Your body bends and sways, possessed by the invisible forces inside you: delight, ache, dreams, grief, spirit. No rhythm but the one that trembles beneath your skin. You dance through the clamor of forgotten gardens and fleeting thoughts, pirouetting with the hush of your own solitude.

Your steps slip farther from the thorns of memory, roots still clinging to your limbs, crawling upward like the hunger of shadows. They are not buried beneath the earth but wound into you, pricking your arms, your calves—but still, you dance, until the sting is a distant hum in the marrow of your bones.

You dance through the stillness, your feet brushing against the tangled roots that coil like serpents around your limbs. You fall. The earth drinks your blood. Once. Twice. Thrice.

But now, your gown is untouched by crimson, your skin unmarked by the bruises of past wars. Your hair, a river unbound, flows freely.

You dance away from the cacophony of the world. Warm hands reach for you—home, they call—embracing you even as the thorns still twist through your veins, offering you space to spin, to surrender. No expectations. No chains. No demands. They watch you, clapping in rhythm to your motion, making tea to soothe the silence after.

And slowly, you shed the armor that was once your skin, the dress that became your fortress, though sometimes you still wear it, for it fits like an old memory. Your new dress is light as air, as simple as breath, following each curve, each undulation of your spirit. You dance with the quiet of the stars, sometimes touched by the hum of the world, but you—you—are the stillness that swallows all.

You dance, still spinning. Until the thorns wither, until their hunger fades. Until you can hold your own form, not as a fragment, but as a whole.

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Through My Eyes: The Echoes of “Amin Paling Serius” by Sal Priadi ft. Nadin Amizah

“Aku tahu kamu tumbuh dari keras kasar sebuah kerutan. Sedang aku dari pilu, aman yang ternyata palsu, juga semua yang terlalu baik”

One favorite lyric from “Amin Paling Serius” by Sal Priadi and Nadin Amizah. The first time I heard this song, the opening melody reminded me of “Remember Me” from the movie Coco. Then, it blended with the melodic style of Payung Teduh. At first, I thought I wouldn’t add this song to my Spotify playlist, because I didn’t feel the distinctiveness of the performance by Sal and Nadin, whom I consider singers with their own unique voices.

Then, I looked up the lyrics. I listened while reading them.

Damn. What is this?! I kept saying “Yes”—agreeing as seriously as possible with every line, every phrase. The diction is unique, able to pinch the heart and make one realize the state of the present and the past.

“Sedang aku dari pilu, aman yang ternyata palsu, juga semua yang terlalu baik”

How I became this version of myself, with all my thoughts, beliefs, fears, and memories—because the past was never as perfect as it seemed. The place that should have felt safe has become the very place I avoid. The world around me, once so “perfectly fine,” was too “good” that it silenced my voice, afraid of being diminished. With all of this, I was forced to wear a veil of concealment and strength. But, perhaps, all of it nurtured my way of thinking to be patient, believing that everything will feel comfortable and safe in its time. I hope. This song embraces me, hinting that what’s seen on the outside doesn’t always match what’s within. Not everyone will perceive me the same way when they see me. Some will sense that there’s something hidden, no matter how well it’s concealed. Some will leave. Some will grow stronger. Some will stay by my side. Some will invite me to heal together.

And just like that, it spun its way into my soul, circling endlessly until, without my knowing, it slipped quietly into my playlist—like a hidden note woven into the melody of my heart.

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With the utmost humility and grace, let me gently introduce myself, the quiet soul of Asmara Jati. 𐙚

First and foremost, let me whisper to you a secret: she is a soul deeply in love with beauty. Her heart dances to the rhythm of words, finds solace in writing, and occasionally sings as if the universe itself is her melody. She adores the art of turning poetry into song, where verses become music and music becomes the pulse of her very being. Half of her is sculpted from the tenderness of language, draped in the warmth of emotion and intention. She is a woman both brave and bashful, a delicate balance of courage and shyness, walking with a quiet fire in her chest.

Her dreams are simple yet vast—she wishes to surround herself with kindred spirits, to become a beacon of light in the lives of others, to be a gentle ripple in the vast ocean of the world. Oh, and music—music is her breath. She is enchanted by the sounds of LAMP and The Lemon Twigs, their New to Me resonating like a secret song, forever lodged in her heart, a melody she carries with her as she moves through the world, from here to there, like a leaf on the wind.

And then, there’s her love—her immense, unwavering love for cats. She adores them, cherishes them with a passion that knows no bounds. To her, a cat is not just a pet, but a spirit, a silent companion with fur as soft as her dreams, a creature that speaks in whispers and purrs. They are her confidants, her kindred souls wrapped in whiskers and paws, filling her world with warmth and quiet joy.

She is also an anime soul, forever drawn to the world of Attack On Titan, replaying it over and over like a favorite dream she can't quite let go of. And yet, her heart is soft—too soft, sometimes. Words that wound become heavy stones in her mind, and she finds herself caught in an endless dance of overthinking, though her spirit remains a sunbeam, always ready to smile. But isn’t this how life unfolds? A tapestry of light and shadow, of joy and sorrow. So, to whoever’s reading this now, she carries a quiet wish in her heart—to be useful to you, to be your companion on this winding road. She yearns to be your friend, to walk beside you, if you would have her. And with all the hope in her heart, she waits for your kindness, hoping that you will find room for her in your world.