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If Scar joined this early - if he even joins at all - his profile voice lines for other characters and flavor texts will be redacted af since it's not ready because the plot clearly isn't where it's at at the moment. It's Black Shores time. Come sit down and wait like how I'm

If Scar joined this early - if he even joins at all - his profile voice lines for other characters and flavor texts will be redacted af since it's not ready because the plot clearly isn't where it's at at the moment. It's Black Shores time.

Come sit down and wait like how I'm
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Wuthering Waves Chapter Huanglong OST "To the New World" is now available on Spotify, Apple Music, and other platforms. Listen and let the songs of novel sights flourish in your heart: Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/2vloi9Vr… Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/to-th…

Wuthering Waves Chapter Huanglong OST "To the New World" is now available on Spotify, Apple Music, and other platforms.
Listen and let the songs of novel sights flourish in your heart:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/2vloi9Vr…
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/to-th…
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✦ Mid-Autumn | Swing Under The Full Moon Amid the humming of crickets and the rustling wind, she pushes the swing gently. They exchange their trust with every push, with the one on it getting closer and closer to the moon. “Wouldn't it be a bit too high?” The words are lost to

✦ Mid-Autumn | Swing Under The Full Moon

Amid the humming of crickets and the rustling wind, she pushes the swing gently.
They exchange their trust with every push, with the one on it getting closer and closer to the moon.
“Wouldn't it be a bit too high?”
The words are lost to