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MERRY CHRISTMAS IN SEVEN MINUTES EVERYONE

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Alice, Alice, Alice. Do you hear me at the bottom of that endless hole, from which you fell, from which brought you to a world with which nothing quite made sense, and every left was right, every right, was simply wrong? Oh how terribly mixed up she feels, with the sensation of being someone other than herself, of a daydream that couldn’t possibly be real, and a name that ought to be of a storybook rather than belonging to a girl who wondered Seoul by daylight hours, and worked away, TIRELESS within cafes until sleep delivered her unto shores that felt far too fantastical to will into reality. No, no, you see, Alice is simply mad, it’s the only explanation for how she’s so topsy-turvy with reality, she’s mad, looney, nuts, and it’s all she can do to keep herself from letting the world know all about it, with teeth that gnaw in nervousness against a bottom lip, wanting to ask, beg, plead, for things to not go further.

                                                       But something about her…

There’s a joy that’s sparked within dark eyes, a kinship that she feels from the moment their eyes meet, no, from the moment her presence is felt alongside her own. But that can’t possible be real, can it? That’s like a feeling for the VOICES THAT ECHO within her head, a promise, a maddening thing that holds no logic, nor sense to it. How is it that she feels so arrested when this woman is a stranger, and perhaps, dare she say it, perhaps more strange than she? Part of her is thrown, and breathless, both, and all she can do is nod her blonde head, relieved, for the now, that at least she’ll just follow her, perhaps enough to help settle the churning wrench of emotions that wring her into nervous fits from within. A breath, held without her knowing, only then released, blinking rapidly in tamed response. “Okay.” how dull she sounds, but it’s all she can manage, within the surging oddity of emotions that are boiling her ocean, hopeless.

But now that she’s got her, what to do? There’s something nostalgic about her, despite this being, undoubtably, their first encounter, it’s enough to knock the air right out of her, nodding dumbly as an arm reaches on automatic motions to take hers within her arm, looped, leading them off towards the small cafe amongst the crowded and oversaturated market of them, within which she works. Hands left to brush consciously over her uniform, aware that she must look somewhat lost, but WHAT’S NEW to one Alice Liddell? “You’re not from around here, are you?” already, she knows the answer. Not of here. But what exactly does that mean, and where, then, does she come from? There’s an otherness to her that she’s coming to recognize, that she’s found reflected in oddity within herself, though does that mean then, that they’re two crazy people together that ought to be locked up?

A hand eventually finds the metal industrialized fashioning of the front door of the cafe, fiddling with her key in the lock, she’s the first in today, and thank god for that. “Can you take a seat? And um… Would you like a coffee, or a pastry?” Anything. WOULDN’T YOU STAY, she wants to ask, and tell me that I’m not alone? It’s sweet torture to feel as if you don’t belong in a place so crowded it’s impossible to feel as if you’re alone, such a strange sensation that feels washed in entirety when the other’s there, teeth chewing, delicate, upon her bottom lip, rosy made. “Why are you here? This place… it’s not your world to be in, is it?” what strange words to utter, but for once, she doesn’t feel they’re out of place.

ongoing with @sent-love​​ // solhyun

We are so fragile, between the few good moments. Where reality loses its touch, where meaning becomes meaningless. The fragility of what we understand, what is seemingly fundamental to us, passes over our heads so often. It is often when we’re traveling do we become aware of the strange feeling we’re capable of feeling, the feeling of everything displaced and replaced by something new.

But this is more than temporary travel. Our two young heroines are bound to an unknown world presumably for life. Does it ever get better, you wonder, or does the strangeness just sit in a corner of your heart, knees to chest and oppressive forever? Solhyun herself does not know. She can only guess and hope, hope and guess. But hope might come in the form of a blonde stranger that radiates of robins-egg blue.

“Of course not,” Solhyun answers with a smile, not unkind. “I don’t tell people that, you know. But you know, of course.” Gentle, gentle – don’t scare her away. Where Alice is torn by the worlds, fighting battles within her that question which world she’s meant to put both feet on and say Here I am, Solhyun is without a doubt of which world she’s meant to be in. The Fates have placed her here, maybe not with any reason, but they have and it simply is, now. Solhyun of $%!#$ she’d always be, but now she had to grow roots in this one, too.

Solhyun casts a glance around the café, using the rare quiet often unheard of in cafés to notice details she never could before. The quiet before a day started, of being (almost) alone in a place usually filled is eerie. She sits near the counter, near the girl, assuming her new friend would have to set up the cashier for the day. “No, that’s okay. I’m just a guest, but do come to my house someday for biscuits and tea, won’t you? Anyways, to answer your question – no. And I don’t know how you know that.” She breathed. “Though, do share. Anyways, I come from this planet’s past. Time is not linear elsewhere; here, it is. And thus, I come from the past. I cannot return – it has already been made into ruin, though maybe it’s been restored by now, but it certainly has no one inhabiting it. As for the why, I wonder myself. There is no reason to what the Fates do, but since being in a human body, I wonder why it is this planet I was sent to, why I survived the fires and no one else.”

A certain sadness in her frame when she speaks of her birthplace; the emotion lingers with her downcast eyes and the hushed tone of secrets that cannot be said. It’s in the way her fingers twiddle with themselves, a peculiar human tic she has picked up. A woman in mourning, dressed not in black but a white shirt and casual jeans. For a loss that people would not understand.

“What about you?” She returns, eyes sharp as she looks up. Not judging, no, never – but analytical, curious, wondrous. “There was an … aura about you, not unlike that of my home planet. It is strange …” She trails off.

[leaderirene]

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alright, since i’m single-verse, i’ve created a chronological timeline of my plots and connections so i can keep track, as well as others. if we’re writing together, i will mention your muse in threads but never godmod. if this is something you’re not okay with, please let me know  !

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Sacrifices have to be made. A phrase which battered Xiuying’s young ears until she complied, without truly comprehending the meaning. Eventually the chant became therapeutic, necessary for coping with the few moments in life she could recognize as outside of her control. Otherwise she often utilized brute force, bending resistance into resignation. 

Naturally Seoul’s massive population wasn’t something she could intimidate as easily, at least not without being labeled as a terrorist and targeted by the government in a country she didn’t belong to. Residing in hotels seemed most reasonable, until the staff bludgeoned her with questions, regarding her activity, suspicious materials in her room, blah blah blah. Their yabbering felt deafening and the overall stimulus of the city aggravated her daily, encouraging her rare instances of yearning for home - a quiet bunker with thick concrete walls in the middle of nowhere. 

The cyborg pondered over what left had she to lose in pursuing the ad she brushed upon in the paper, her tool for news preferred over it’s digital counterparts, despite their ease for her. A beach home with one roommate? No concierge or maids, and the person who wrote it would clearly be able to read a do not disturb sign. It wasn’t until the door opened before her that she wondered if dodging international criminal charges had been worth it. So… bubbly. Ech. 

With only a backpack and duffel bag, Xiuying appeared more like a traveler than a roommate. She withdrew a wad of cash from her jacket, shoved it into the girl’s palm and tilted her head, near expressionless. “Yes. You’ll see there I can pay off my first three months. I am Chinese but I can speak full Korean, so please spare me any comments you think I can’t understand. I am quiet and will not get in your way.” Her tightly drawn lips struggled to form so much as a smile. She wanted to get the introductions over with; she had practiced her ‘speech’ on the way to the home, struggling to feign any more friendliness than she assumed she’d been able to display. “Where is the room?”

Solhyun honestly went into this whole ‘landlord’ thing with no expectations. Yet, she’s taken aback by the feisty young girl before her. Not necessarily in a bad way, or so she thinks. She just didn’t expect someone so … upfront.

She isn’t sure she’ll deny anyone, really. She’s too unused to the concept of no, with it not being a big concept from her home planet. There was never a need to say no, back where she was from. She’s also a believer that looks can be deceiving – she’s a good example of it, after all.

So, she accepts the wad of cash, albeit a little dazedly at how far the conversation’s seemingly gone without her getting a word in edgewise. She doesn’t bother counting, not once does her eyes flit to it (she’s still a little unused to the concept and importance of money, honestly). Instead, her eyes are focused on the girl.

“Oh, do you want to see the room first?” Solhyun feigns misunderstanding. Or more like, she thinks the other should at least see the room before deciding to stay so quickly. She might be convinced it was a good decision, but Solhyun was not, and wanted to … help her, in a sense. Really. She’d hate to get troublesome tenant, but she would hate it just as much if her tenant didn’t find a home in this seaside home. “Well –“ The older woman awkwardly attempts to put the cash back into the other’s palm before quickly turning away towards the stairs, gesturing for the other to follow.

“This is the living room, that’s the kitchen, first floor bathroom ahead – all open spaces, of course, do help yourself. And up here, the door straight ahead leads to my bedroom. There’s two bedrooms for lease, and since you’re the first possible tenant, you get to pick which one you want.” Solhyun rushes over to open both doors, inviting the other to step into either one. “What do you think? Do you like either of them?”

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@dvvarfplt​.

plastic bags line her arms, marking temporary indents in her skin. she’s walking a little unsteadily with the added weight, tipping ever so slightly to the left, then right, just to balance it all a little.

she had been thrilled when siwoo called. sorry for his failed dinner, perhaps, but pleased she could offer her services to someone. where she’d come from, everyone had been very loving – in english, they’d be referred to as a community. not just in name, but in spirit – it was impossible to disregard another of their own; they lived by lifting each other. making meals for each other was a given. however, this was not the way of the humans, she had observed. they lived in tiny, little boxes, isolated from each other. they interacted when they had to – when they needed to order food, when they had to pay at the cashier. then, they retreated back to their little boxes.

no, houses weren’t even a thing back in her home. the concept of space was that there was none at all; no physical separation of any sort. so, she had been thrilled to be invited into someone else’s little box, a grasp at the warmth of a community she once had. this was perhaps as close as the humans got – friends. they treated friends with much warmth, and she wanted to experience that, too.

but then she realised: she didn’t know how to cook. not human food, anyway.

she didn’t want to admit that, though, because then when would she be invited into the little box ever again? besides, she figured she could figure stuff out, maybe distract siwoo and use her magic. never mind that her magic has been wonky ever since she’s been on earth.

she’s a bit out of breath by the time she reaches the door, having brisk-walked her way over. she raises her arm and knocks sharply on the door, lifting both arms when it opens. “i’ve bought some groceries,” solhyun says pleasantly. “to make up for the lost dinner!”

[sent-love]

alright, since i’m single-verse, i’ve created a chronological timeline of my plots and connections so i can keep track, as well as others. if we’re writing together, i will mention your muse in threads but never godmod. if this is something you’re not okay with, please let me know  !

[yunawd]

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starrsbright‌:

                                       look at the stars, how they shine for you.

independent & canon-divergent & literate hyewon from the little forest. looking for partners, reblogs deeply appreciated.

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— 8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

TAGGED BY: @thedarktriads​  thank you <3 TAGGING: @fleurcttes​ @redemptioninterlude​ @disconnectng​ @eapoeism​ @verb-na​ @needeesse​ @lcvesbomb​ + anyone else who wants to do it!

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME )  ??? someone name me pls TWO ( BIRTHDAY )  May 18th THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN )  Taurus FOUR ( HEIGHT )  5′6′ (169cm) FIVE ( HOBBIES )  reading, writing, learning languages i guess, watching cooking videos, watching the lowkey niche genre of East Asian coming-of-age films, CONSUMING CONTENT OF PJM ... LITERALLY ...  SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S )   baby pink, dark blue, pastel yellow SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS )   The Host by ... bear with me, Stephanie Meyer.  EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )   Don’t be silly by Apink NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED )   Warm Bodies ... would not recommend TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE )   I wanted a light, ‘carefree’ muse to explore :) because real life makes me Depressy, and my past muses all tended to be based around angst (nothing wrong with that!) so I wanted a fun, harmless character. I wanted to write fluffy/comical things, focus on positive character development. Somehow in wanting something whimsical, I came up with an alien who needed to learn about what it meant to be human. Because she’d be enchanted by the most basic, simple human feats and occurrences and I ... want to feel that sense of magic, too. And write about it! ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ) Idk, it fit the light theme so I just went with it :) Having someone send you love is cute, no?

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plot: your muse is applying to be a tenant at her house  ! it’s a lovely little house by the sea, though your muse probably doesn’t know she’s not human ...

'okay ...’ solhyun murmurs to herself, pressing SEND on the e-mail she had typed out.

to whom it may concern, it read. i’m looking to rent out two rooms in my house, and would like to advertise as such in the offered column for a fee of $$. do let me know how to ...

a week later, said ad is published, and solhyun squints down at it critically. she doesn’t know using the newspaper is fairly outdated, she’s just glad the news is out there, finally. and it’s not so much that she wants to live with others, but she had inherited a big house and needed money, so it seemed like a good first step until she figured out other ways to attain a stable income. not to mention, some good may arise from it. maybe the humans would be cute, and she could learn to be more adept at socialising from them. and she’s sure she’d weed out the troublesome ones, she has a strict vetting process !

the doorbell rings sometime in the afternoon. ‘coming  !’ she trills, rushing to the door. apprehension and excitement loomed in her all at once - would she be able to find an agreeable tenant, or would it be someone she’d regret meeting? these are her last thoughts before she swings the door open and beams at them. ‘hi  !  are you here to apply for one of the rooms  ?’

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Another morning.

           Another gasp as she wakes.

                        Another dream that feels as if she’s been snatched from where she belongs.

Alice, knows, something isn’t quite right with her. Has known it for a while, with a skin that feels too itchy, with a face that looks like it’s hers, and yet not, with a past that feels like a jumbled mess belonging to somebody else. And then there’s the WHISPERS in her head, that taunting pull that lulls her into a state of fear and paranoia, left wondering if she’s simply mad or something else entirely. Something clawing, trying, to make its escape from the inside of her, being more than this body contains, being more than the legend of the name she carries, that, people think is a joke when she introduces herself, when, she’s left feeling fucking hopeless, again and again with a weak smile and a nervousness that feels like a ticking time bomb inside of herself, trying to make sense of something that seems simply maddening and all wrong at the same time.

But another morning means that she needs to move, needs to make use of her daylight hours where she isn’t left walking dreams and other worlds as the Curious Alice who was torn away from her Wonderland. Living her duel identities and left feeling restless and haunted, shlepping from a DEAD END JOB at a cafe, to her tiny rented space that feels temporary, empty. And maybe that’s the result from being physically so, save a mattress, a few things, clothes, hanging from a rack at the side of her bed, she’s disconnected and set adrift, but that is, she feels, by design. Alice will live and Alice will die, and she’s simply highjacking someone else’s life, most likely, if she takes her dreams at face value and as the truth. Though perhaps she’s simply crazy and there is no Red Queen waiting to cut off her head, to make away with her troubling soul.

Blonde hair brushed, uniform on. She’ll melt anonymous in the daylight crowd, as she folds a jacket on, overtop of her things, sneakers a smarter investment than the heels some of her coworkers wear, too brave for her, THE NIGHT exhausts her enough as it is. A slick of pink on unmarked lips, she’s out the door with a blue jacket she bought, one day, because it felt like the calling of a dress she once wore in another time, another life. Already the streets left choked with human traffic, not that she cares, much, better suited for the dodging and maneuvering required of her now that she’s been here long enough, a polite hand at moments summoned to keep the kind of distance she wants from the strangers that mill about, half paying attention…

But it’s there, suddenly, like lightening. A feeling that she can’t shake, like, familiarity and nostalgia all mixed into some intoxicating cocktail, she’s gasping for air, Alice’s head turning, whiplash, to identify the source of it. Wonderland, but… different. A girl standing there with the same struck expression written on her face, as someone bumps into her, making her jostle, but even that does nothing to shake the spell that seems to have infected them both, her steps coming forwards with a confidence that sits awkward within her stomach, WHO ARE YOU, she almost shouts, but instead the other girl manages first, with the same trepidation written over her features as are contained, sour and nervous, within her own.

“Alice…” wide eyes, blue, roaming over her features, looking for a familiar face and finding nothing of the sort housed within her figure, just, a breath that’s caught in her lungs, longing, longing. “And… right?” Right? There’s SOMETHING ODD about the two of them, though, she knows her own struggles well enough, and, her watch ticks down, time bomb, to her opening shift and hours, but, it’s impossible to tear herself away from this, arresting eyes, the nervous twitch of her tongue left swept over her bottom lip. “C…. would it be weird if you came with me? I’m…. I’m about to start work but I can buy you a coffee, or something, there, just…” just don’t go, don’t go, please, I’ve been so lonely and you feel like something I know.

ongoing with @sent-love​​ // solhyun

Alice.

There is no great epiphany, and there’s a twinge of disappointment in the depths of Solhyun’s heart. She knew she was the only survivor from her planet, but she had hoped she was wrong. That, if her consciousness could somehow find itself on this planet, then so could another one of her sisters’. But she had already known, hadn’t she? Had sensed a familiar current – familiar, yes, but without the imprint of a former home lost, it was something else entirely.

She refocuses on the girl who’s speaking, the corners of her lips upturning into a smile on their own. The day may have started poorly, and this wasn’t the best outcome she could hope for, but Solhyun was an optimist without even knowing the meaning of the word. She sought out the light – and where she couldn’t, the silver lining. Although Alice wasn’t her planet’s species, she was special, Solhyun was sure of the marker surrounding her.

“No, it won’t be weird. Of course I’ll follow you,” Solhyun quickly reassures, herself becoming distressed by the emotions she could sense in the other. Such powers were not something her nor her species had, but maybe it was the connection between the two females that tipped her off. Maybe it was like a mirror, showing the same loneliness and confusion within Solhyun herself. A ‘mirrored relationship’ was not unheard of. After all, sometimes we see so much of ourselves in someone else, it’s a wonder how we became friends … did we truly love them, or were we hoping to find answers to our personal conflicts? Nevertheless, inspired loyalty hastens Solhyun to smooth the panic she detected in the other’s voice. Desperation mixed with her own, longing for answers or a home from ages past. Curiosity bloomed for the other, once the possibility of her being the same species was ruled out. Who was she, then, and what did her story bring? Would it be similar to her own, or some other unlikely probability that just so happened on this Earth?

“You were headed this way, yes?” The brunette smiles gently, heading the same way Alice had been going before they had both stopped due to the peculiar event. Luck, God, destiny – they were all concepts that were unfamiliar to the alien. People would often try to attribute uncanny events to some other power, but what if that power, was you? The closest thing Solhyun was familiar with was probably the concept of destiny – she knew of the creation and subsequent destruction of various planets, including her own, but not of anything in the middle, or how exactly they came to be. Rather, such knowledge provided the joy in the daily life, for if everything had a beginning and an end, then the middle was a blank canvas entirely up to you to fill up.

She didn’t know the girl, but she liked her already, Solhyun thought as her gaze darted to Alice’s side profile. She looked younger, more haggard by whatever burden that was both theirs to bear, and it instantly sparked a maternal warmth within the brunette. To share such a secret with whom she’s sure is an excellent lady, maybe her day was looking up after all. Loneliness sought the lonely, after all. Solhyun wanted to be a part of this Earth, but so far she had no success. She had a big, vacant house and a voice in her head, sometimes. She did enjoy the sunshine on her skin, and the scent of the breeze, but she didn’t know how to talk to people as she saw them chatting amiably in the parks. She always simply felt out of place, as if she didn’t belong on the world entirely - and she wasn’t exactly wrong. She knew she should try to change that, try to embrace the world then, but she had no idea how to venture out. Now, it seemed as if an opportunity had landed in her lap. The closest thing to understanding she could achieve might be within her very grasp.

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@redemptioninterlude​.

Life … is hard.

Solhyun firmly believes she’s pretty upbeat, most times. Especially given the circumstances.

But life is hard, and it gets to her some days, moreso than others. She had nearly tripped down her staircase – again – because the manoeuvring of her limbs was uncoordinated that morning. She had tried to get the pan to work and make her breakfast, but the thing hadn’t so much as budged. This in itself wasn’t an unusual occurrence – her abilities, much to her dismay, seemed limited on Earth – but it had aggravated her moreso than other mornings.

It was just another reminder that she was all alone in this world.

The human mind can only go so far, so that she couldn’t even remember a coherent storyline regarding her life prior to this one. All the words available in the English dictionary couldn’t seem to adequately express her situation. She had the sense she came from a time where time didn’t even exist for the humans – and her birthplace had ended just as long ago, in a universe where time was completely different. It held not magic, but no other English word came close to describe the feats she and her family could do on that little island. How life was like.

She had, in some odd chance, survived the rise and fall of her birthplace. But now, she was all alone on Earth.

The front door slammed behind her, keys jingling as they dangled from her finger. If the pan wasn’t going to make her breakfast, she’d have to eat at a restaurant herself. Though, the previous inhabitant of her body was quick to remind her – in the form of memories gifted to Solhyun – that this wasn’t an activity she could do too often. The concept of money and scarcity appeared briefly in her head. Yet more new human concepts to learn of … and have a headache over.

Her head was bowed, sight trained on the pavement so as to not bother others with her irritated expression. She didn’t like feeling any negative emotions, that’s for sure –

Suddenly, she gave pause.

There was a current in the air, unseen but felt by the blood thrumming beneath her skin. It wasn’t magic, but an energy that resonated strongly with her. It wasn’t home – she knew it wasn’t anyone from her home planet by the different wavelengths – but it was the first time she felt an inkling of something similar on Earth, and by God if she wasn’t going to reach out with two greedy hands and grab onto it.

Her head snapped up, wildly surveying her surroundings. Who, what –

There stood a girl. Younger than her, it seemed, who also seemed to have felt it.

It could just be a coincidence, you’re going to freak her out, she could just be waiting for somebody –

Shut up! That somebody is me!

The brunette weaves her way through the people, saying her ‘sorry’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ but not really paying attention as they clicked their tongue at her in annoyance. Her focus was on one thing – one person only, and she couldn’t be diverted from that. The protests in her mind for propriety were silenced as well, secondary to her feet that had instinctively taken her to stand before the girl.

It is only when she is literally directly before the girl that the sense of awkwardness trickles in. It’s made all the worse by Solhyun’s sudden inability to say anything. Her eyes were too busy roaming every inch of the girl, trying to figure out what about her was different, what had called out to her. Finally, her unsubtle perusal ends when her eyes meet the other girl’s. And Solhyun smiles, bashful.

“Hi,” she starts. Old human habits kick in, and she’s wringing her hands before she even registers the action as one of nervousness. “I – I’m sorry, this is kind of sudden. I’m not a creep, I promise – which doesn’t sound reassuring, but uh, my name’s Solhyun. I just …” she takes a deep breath. “Did you … feel that?” She whispers, preparing herself for disappointment and embarrassment. Maybe she had assessed a pure random stranger, after all.

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kinda witchy!  witch ... ish - honestly an alien but that’s too complex to explain - your friendly neighbourhood witch by the sea, trying to fit in with ‘humans’. looking for partners  &  plots. ♡

[yunawd]

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starrsbright‌:

                                          look at the stars, how they shine for you.

independent & canon-divergent & literate haewon from the little forest. looking for partners, reblogs deeply appreciated. 

[sent-love]

uwahh ~~ at 12:14 am i only done with my tasks for the day ... kind of. i’ll be around for a while so here’s a reminder i’m looking for writing partners !  i enjoy multi-para more often than not, but i would love anything as long as we write together. if you’re interested in writing together, please like this so i can either drop a message or peek through your opens !