I, Yuha, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, Sunghoon, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, Jeno, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsIntak, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsSungchan, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, AEROTheMire, was never meant to stay forever—only to count alongside you, through skipped beats and lingering echoes. Now that the count has reached its quiet end, I fade gently. Thank you, Relics, for keeping time with me. This is where I stop, but the rhythm lives on.

I, RelicsYoonchae, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, Eunseok, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsNIKI, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsSungho, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm. (Titipan)

I, HEESEUNG, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsSohyun, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsSarang & RelicsStellaa, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, Jay, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsWonyoung, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsMinju, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.

I, RelicsNarin, don’t leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbye—just the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm. (Titipan)