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Cloaked in the breath of the sea, it is like a single bubble at the end of a blue wave. A dream wrapped in a blue veil that reflects the transparent outline and abyss.
A destiny that shines one by one and then quietly disappears. However, that ephemerality is a mirror that reflects eternal moments that add to their beauty.
Lured by the summer light, we can play along with the smiles of the children. The bubbles of joy dance innocently and melt into hope beyond the sky.
Blue bubbles are a rhythm engraved on cloth, a part of life. The scent of the ocean wafting through the curtains, the sound of waves coming through the cushions.
This pattern is more than just a pattern, it evokes a story hidden in your heart. Memories of the waterside, longing for an expanding future, and falling under the spell of blue bubbles.
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