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Tint the Oath.

[TO THE NEW OWNER OF THIS HOUSE.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Today is the last day of the 20th century, and I lived in this house before you. If you are reading this, please send me letters to this address. Thank you! By the way, the puppy footprints remain there even before I moved in, I tried but I could’t erase them. You will soon get used to it. Good luck!

December 31, 1999.]

(I.) AN INVITATION FROM THE SEA, TO THE ONE WHO CONVEYS UNKNOWN LETTERS.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Since you seem to be waiting for a letter, I am the very first person who lived here, and I think you are sending your letter to the wrong address. I don’t know what is happening, but your letters are coming to my crimson mailbox. However, isn’t it interesting to have someone to talk to? Chiefly, a strange friend from the future, or a prophet, even a fortune teller.

The tongue sure feels strange to introduce myself to a presumed clairvoyant, for we shall start our tie-up with a proper foreword, namely introduction. Fancy Málga Jaleh Kamani as the name, coming from a city in Spain with a slight hint of morning dew from Persian origin, and a vigorous tree you shall find a harborage under. To cut through a conclusion, you shall perceive me as someone whose soul flies close to sunsets; whose body sits close to the sea. For the journey of exploring love through me feels as refreshing as a drop of dew in the morning, and finding a shelter in me is as serene as sitting under a leafy, congenial tree. Pray tell, will you consider me as a new companion of yours?

January 7, 1998

(II.) AN OFFERING FROM THE SHORE, TO THE ONE WHO LEFT A TAPE BY THE TRAIN.

How’s the 21st century? I am still in the year of nineties, and we have finally escaped the wintry season. I have nothing much to offer but the timeless warmth that I preserve in me. Living in this standalone house near the sea feels, somehow, lonely. I often ride my bike to the nearest library on weekends, keeping this brain of mine indulged by the sorcery of literature. My penchant circles around nature, fostering the earth and its grandeur force safely in mind.

The long winter is always a threat for human health, given that its snow lands on the sand ruthlessly. If you truly come from the future, I will leave a kettle in one of the cabinets, and you shall make use of it to make a cup of hot chocolate once the weather reaches its coldest degree, or a package of instant noodles when you feel rather hungry. The room that used to be mine might be yours in two years, hence, I am leaving a coat my grandmother knitted me. Make sure to check on the big storage, as I save not just one but two snow shovels! Be careful not to hurt yourself while shoveling the stairs.

I will also note down several recipes of dishes suitable for each season! Pumpkin soup in winter, baked asparagus and plenty of fruits in spring, grilled-everything in summer, and cherry pie in autumn! I wonder, will I ever be able to meet you in the future?

April 16, 1998

(III.) A FAREWELL FROM THE COAST, TO SOMEONE WHO WILL SOON FIND VOYAGE.

Hello! It’s finally my last Christmas in the 20th century, and in a few days, I decided to leave this very shelter of mine, and forsooth, of yours in a few days. As I read your letters for God knows how many times, I come to a realization that my pet is the actual culprit of the mysterious footprints. Pardon his clumsiness!

I am a person whose life is a constant solace, a plate of benevolence and firm adoration. Offerings such as gentle hugs and nurturing gestures have long lived in me. But, since those are nearly impossible to manifest in our circumstance, permit me to offer my love with another plate as the vessel. I designed a house for you, one that looks similar to the house where our crimson mailbox resides around. The walls are made of endless faith, and the door is made of boundless trust.

To the crimson dream of mine, as I pen you this very last letter, may it be the proof that my love will chase after you in a thousand lifetimes. You shall find me wandering around the tree-lined street, or sitting by the train rail of the nearest station. I will find you in a thousand lifetimes, from the one where your hair is brunette and you don’t love me, to the one where your hair is black and you love me relentlessly. 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year: Shall you find me in the homecoming voyage, over the tree-lined road to our sea, inside the crimson mailbox of our missives.

December 25, 1999, by Málga Jaleh Kamani.

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This letter may cross in your eyes in time—or probably never, but all I want to tell mere how much you fetch me this tenderness. We may two different people with different notion; no other star has aligned in our lines. Hamlet and the countryside. After this, I may be fleeting with nothing yet my own wish. Remember that I am still alive in your ribs; remember that I wanted normal life, a small home where I could forever cherish how I could speak the love for you.

Untold Verses.

DATE. | Movie Date: Hyperbeam, Teleparty. Game Date: Telegram Bot. Study Date: Google Meet & Zoom. Food & Beverage Date. Writing Date: All forms of literature. Reading Date: All forms of literature. Others: Cooking Date. Cinema Date. Cafe & Store Hopping Date. Groceries Date. Library Date. Museum Date. Art Therapy Date. LEGO Date.

FORM OF IMAGINE. | Literature SFW Imagine in English. Dirty Talk.

REAL-LIFE RELATED. | Stay Up Late until 1 AM (GMT+7). Pictures of IRL Activities. Muted & Unmuted OTP. Voice Note. (Requires prior notice).

ANOTHER OFFERS. | Basic Request: Avatar, Bio, and Display Name. Spotify Session. Moving Platform: Twitter, Discord, KakaoTalk. Public Display Affection.

Tapestry of Finesse.

The remnants of their scent.

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The Meadow of Oaths.

Through the eyes of Málga Jaleh Kamani.

I’ve always imagined the better days that would come. When I could sit aside of you, palms upon the palms—we would talk through our beamed smiles. We spoke of all the places we would love to go if we could—at last. If I had known that these strings would be fractured and I shall be walking down with my dour, I would tell you that I’ve adored you more than anything.

The Overview.

Gemini’s flaring stars have solemnized my fate at the very first time I encountered your gaze. The hook renders my breath to be doomed and came to the tail end. Parchment be opened, I shall conceal myself beneath the persona of Yoon Jeonghan, which also be followed by Park Wonbin, Choi Yeonjun, Hwang Hyunjin, Son Eunseo, Hwang Yeji, Shen Xiaoting, and Lee Saerom. ENTJ be carved and bestowed as my burnt-offering. The plate has Act of Service and Words of Affirmation be written as a chant. Once in years, the odes also will be ushered through Indonesian and English, also— perhaps, those are what may beguiled All types of relationship as the Switch leaning to Dominant.