#white midnight

[chansooxminwon]

WONWOO & MINGYU

DICON ISSUE N°26: W&M

[ddoennu]

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In the enchanting realm of "𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍," a captivating tableau unfolds, where ethereal hues of blue and white converge to create a majestic landscape that evokes the feeling of being in a serene, snow-covered land, enveloped in silence;

this dreamlike setting not only highlights the mysterious essence of untold romance, suggesting hidden narratives waiting to be discovered,

but also deepens the dark fantasy elements woven throughout the storyline, inviting viewers to lose themselves in the intricate interplay between reality and imagination, where every snowflake whispers secrets of love yet to bloom.

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ㅤ ㅤ۫ ִֶָ ᮫ ׂ ❄️ ۪ ִֶָ ׁ ּ ֗ ִ ۫ ִֶָ ִ ❄️ ۪ ࣪ ִֶָ ִ ۫ ᮫ ׂ ۪ ִֶָ ׁ ❄️ ּ ֗ ִ ۫ ۫ ִֶָ ᮫

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﹨ “. . . youtu.be/ft9RgppA764 ㅡ The concept film for White Midnight is finally here—can you feel the enchanting, magical atmosphere it brings to life?

[thelancasterrose]

Prelude for White Midnight

take this dram of medicine and watch them fade away,

the self-important stars that burn holes

through night's abyssmalness--

the elder lights, the guiding voices of choir,

who alone, but never are they alone,

would make a thought seem like a mirror to them,

but together turn all thoughts into dreams.

take this dram and watch these strings of light beams

pull taut their puppet, you,

and bring the silence some call peace,

this manifesting choir's appetite--

say good night to your night time friends,

say good morrow to their cousin, the nearer star,

and good heavens for, the nearest, morning star.

take this and watch the stars unfold in your lidded eyes

how they never could by uncovered skies,

oh how they trip and fall within your mind,

oh the comet's ball that is your mind!

and save this night-sky for another time

when the tide of your days shortens and the mystical eye widens,

and in the yet longest hours come the white midnight flowers.

[nicolamalfi]

[orenstern]

“Stand and Deliver”

Had a dream of this Breathtaking bullfight between a legendary bull named Reach, who had survived many fights without being killed, and the legendary matador who hails from Catalunya, and who always billed by two names. Fortress and Shadow Lancer. He said he liked using Two Names as an offering and taunt to the bull. One name for each horn.

After all the nuance of courtesy was set aside, Fortress Shadow Lancer stood like a stone Dead Center the Ring. The crowd was chanting the matador’s two names to taunt the bull. The bull became enraged at the crowd and tried to charge them, but he got caught up in a vicious whirlwind of their taunts. And circled the matador in a collapsing orbit of ever increasing centripedal force.

Fortress Shadow Lancer, as always, took position to receive the Horn. Reach came in with the unbridled potency of the bell curve curving. Fortress Shadow Lancer remained immobile. And right at the final moment, half the distance between between One and Zero seconds, Fortress Shadow Lancer, to the astonishment of the whole crowd, dropped his cape and sword, and gave the barest most permanent raise of his knee, toes not leaving the earth, do to connect with the nearest Horn of Reach. This both sound and valid move met that Horn’s tip like a Diamond.

Reach’s Horn collapsed back into his skull and pierced his brain. The impact sent a pure white spherical shockwave outward that washed over the entire coliseum, silencing the Crowd, turning all their hair white, the chairs and steps white, the sky all white. They looked at their watches, the hands all pointed to midnight. And there the hands all were held in that moment of White Midnight.

Fortress Shadow Lancer slowly returned his knee to relax with the earth. And then Reach slowly returned his hulking body to the earth, his eyes fixed in the wide rage he had been caught by.

The Crowd looked, seeing this, they looked all around and at themselves, and there they became to tears and laughter. There the Crowd became to Exalt the Victor.

And when the laughter and tears subsided, the actions were replaced by remergence of a Crowd Chant. A steady Crescendo of Three Notes that floated across the Plane and landed in the ear of the Matador.

His Prize. His new name. His Right Three Chords. Diamond Knee, they now called him.

And the new art they had never seen or heard of before, this new subtle yet deadly move they believed till then was not possible, they called that move Stand & Deliver.

~finis~