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The Last Strand

Day 65 ....The wind passes by... Good evening. ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ“– "The Last Strand" was born from a need to find warmth and a healthy focus amidst the deep blue of a difficult night. In moments where the world feels submerged in shadow, the smallest action can become a lighthouse.   「The Last Strand」ใฏ、ๅ›ฐ้›ฃใชๅคœใฎๆทฑใ„้—‡ใฎไธญใง、ๆธฉใ‹ใ•ใจๅฅๅ…จใชๆ€่€ƒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ。 ไธ–็•ŒใŒๅฝฑใซๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹็žฌ้–“、ใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใŒ็ฏๅฐใจใชใ‚‹。 ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒŸ The Last Strand ​It was When the shadows deepened And a dark azure covered the night It was The time it ticked At zero hundred hours ​The stars were floating beneath the sheets It seemed As if they had drowned. ​It was then, She picked up a match And lit it up One by one, A light was lit On the last strand - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ  ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎ็ณธ ใใ‚Œใฏ ๅฝฑใŒๆทฑใพใ‚Š ๆš—ใ„้’ใŒๅคœใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸๆ™‚ ใใ‚Œใฏ ๆ™‚้–“00:00ใŒๅˆปใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ ๆ˜Ÿใ€…ใฏใ‚ทใƒผใƒˆใฎไธ‹ใซ ๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸ ใพใ‚‹ใง ๆบบใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ใใฎๆ™‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒžใƒƒใƒใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ–ใ‚Š ็ซใ‚’ใคใ‘ใŸ ไธ€ใคใšใค ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎไธ€ๆœฌใซ็ฏใŒใจใ‚‚ใฃใŸ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ“– The Last Strand, Pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.