ANTE MORTEM (Brumous Aim—Enclosed.)

Aku sekaligus mauuu minta doa temen-temen semuaa, semoga segala urusan kelas akhir akuu dimudahkan dan semoga bisa lolos pilihan pertama SNBT nanti! Temen-temen yang seangkatan sama aku juga jangan patah semangat buat belajar. 😆

By the way, as we welcome the new year, I wish you all an abundance of joy, success, and cherished memories. May this year be everything you hope for and more. I’m looking forward to returning with fresh ideas and renewed energy once my schedule eases. Take care, and I’ll see you soon! 🥹❤️

Hello, everyone! 🙋🏻‍♀ This is Idylla. First, I want to extend my sincerest apologies for my sudden absence and inactivity over the past weeks. Life has been a whirlwind as I’ve been dedicating myself to my studies and navigating through a series of challenging exams. My days have been nothing short of hectic, and though I wished I could balance everything, I had to prioritize my academic commitments.  To give myself the space to recharge and refocus, I’ve decided to take a short hiatus for the next few months. However, I’m delighted to share that Ante Mortem will remain active during my break, all thanks to my wonderful sister, Cordellia. She has graciously taken over to ensure everything continues smoothly, and I know she’ll handle it with the utmost care and dedication.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your understanding, patience, and unwavering support. It truly means the world to me, and I’m endlessly grateful for each and every one of you who has stayed with me during this busy season. 

Happiness is meant to be shared, so I want to show you the lovely words from my first customers who recently placed a custom order with me. Her heartfelt words truly bring so much peace to my heart. I never asked for this; her heart spoke louder than anything. How could I not tear up after reading this? *Muffled screaming*

Not long ago, I hastily created one, and here’s how it turned out. It’s a mix of my muse’s photos and a glimpse of my visage, tailored to fit my current setup: @Murderr. Time permitting, I will be making more moodboards soon, as usual—free of charge. Would you be willing to wait just a little longer? =)

Hi… Who’s been missing my touch in creating moodboards? ;)

My, my, my... My eyes are blessed by the beautiful algorithm of the board I have crafted—designed to enrich the search for material aligned with my preferred concept. In the meantime, suggest more names of male muses as I gather materials to weave together more moodboards. =)

Joyous Jaunt. Here I stand with Blood Mortaigne (Now known as Cordellia), to share some unwelcome news about Ante Mortem. My sister’s account, Idylla Voltaire, has been deactived by Telegram after a few days of silence. Even more troubling, it was intertwined with the bonds of Ante Mortem’s mutualism. Considering my sister is busy with her final classes, I kindly ask for the chance to manage Ante Mortem’s mutualism until her return and we can work together once more. I have subscribed to your business channel using the details of document you provided from here. Please ensure under appelliation of: Cordellia—(@Liturgys), shines at the top of your list. If I have not yet subscribed, do send greetings my way and tell your concerns. I will begin forwarding messages channel-by-channel tomorrow. I appreciate your kind consideration, and may your weekend be a tapestry woven with delight. 🤎

ㅤ A wistful dawn, where melancholy saturates the air, and sorrow is inscribed upon the marrow of tomorrow. The atmosphere is laden with ineffable grief, as if the heavens themselves weep in tight-lipped elegy. Each breath is ponderous, burdened with unshed laments, the silence vast and cacophonous, as though the world teeters in the delicate pause between heartbeats. Time meanders, sluggish and mournful, as reveries entangle in the ethereal mist—specters of what was and what shall never be. (Mortem’s Murmur) ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  I ENSNARE, HOLD FORTH, THIRSTY. ㅤㅤㅤ (ENTHRALLING WITH NOCUOUS ROSES) ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( ..𖦷.. ) ㅤㅤㅤ In  dreams  and  amidst  thorn-laden  garb, ㅤㅤㅤ my    pursuit    accompanies    each    step ㅤㅤㅤ toward  those  who  balance  on  a  single ㅤㅤㅤ limb.  Come  with  oaths  closer  to  mine. ㅤ

ㅤ A profound conflagration enveloped the twilight, unable to contain a reverie concerning the twilight of time and the cessation of effort. Poetry that pierces through ink manifests upon the page—revealing itself unashamedly, akin to a roar resonating in a soul devoid of radiance. The cradle is not venerated, the prayer remains untouched, perhaps merely an occasional muffled cry. Tears do not cascade from the eyes' corners but instead, emptiness caresses the hallowed carpet. The veil flutters, intolerable; perhaps now is the moment for a door to be opened. Who devours incessantly, who dreams amidst the fetid aroma of destiny. The crumbling of the pillar heralds the advent of a mist deemed golden and majestic, resplendent in its elegance despite its incompleteness. The devotion that drapes from the heart sways precariously on a fragile thread, without hope. If, for a mere moment, you barter it for eternity, alas, your insatiable thirst will be quenched by avarice. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  I BESEECH, FOR LONG, SOLEMNLY. ㅤㅤㅤ  (ENTANGLED TO OATH AND PLEDGE) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( ..☩.. ) ㅤㅤ Amidst the scarlet streaks of luminescence, ㅤㅤ the  tempering  of  injustice  emerges  as  a ㅤㅤ righteous   recompense    when   fidelity   is ㅤㅤ pledged   to   a    singular,   inviolate   ideal. ㅤ