I wish I can be the star for your orb.

Like a star that refuses to fade, I never want to deceased.

My life is plain, like those who want to be poets. Staring blankly at the horizon as if that’s where our souls can be found⸻and that’s true, my passion always burns brighter every time I do it. The cloudy sky with its cotton-like whiteness has become like a place for me to wander, learning about the world like those who travel the world.

I said, welcome. Welcome. Welcome.

I bid you welcome for entering my little space, also bid you welcome with a big smile since happy to meet my guest from afar. Thank you for visiting. I said that I wanted to be remembered as poet, a speaker full of joy and sorrow to comfort every empty heart.

Please remember me as them who know how to craft a word. Please leave all my knife as secret, as well as all the blood that spilled after I sharpened the dagger.

If you can keep it a secret, I will tell you more about my boring life.

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This narrative doesn't really exist in Asterian Winter Bae's memory.

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Introduction to Bae Family

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Did I remind you to a cold nightmare or a cool breeze?

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