wewe want to be there. wewe know wewe do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when wewe look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs wewe on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
The Land wewe thirst for has loomed at the juu of the mountain in Metopia for as long as wewe can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing siku as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. wewe begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift.
Oh, how wewe long for that moment, with bated fresh breath, I hope. For it signifies that luminescent eye will soon blaze in the sky, bathing the whole world in gold, touching everyone of it's inhabitants...including you.
But dahling, it is no ordinary golden light. Once it tickles you, wewe are suddenly...transported. wewe hear the softest of sighs au faintest of giggles in your ear, even if you're standing alone. The once-stale air around wewe becomes both sweet and tart, making wewe nose tingle and sending a charge of excitement through your brain. The finest silk, the softest velveteen, au the supplest suede will brush your skin, but whatever wewe thought was touching wewe is nowhere to be seen.
Basking in the light is such a naughty tease, like getting a single lick of the most delicious butter-pecan gelato you've ever tasted: it inflames your obsession, increasing your desire a hundredfold. wewe lust to go to this Land to become one of the only famous people in the world. wewe ache to be a 7Seven.
But very few ever get the chance.
Nevertheless, wewe and every young girl in the world vie for an opportunity on The siku of Discovery, which is grander than every global holiday combined. Making the delirium even zaidi intense, the Land sends seven talismans called SMIZEs into the world. (What an arcane word! Who thought of such a thing?) These SMIZEs, which boost your odds of being chosen kwa ninety-one percent, are propelled through the world’s waterways. Naturally, the week before The siku of Discovery bathing, showering, pool use, and even sewer diving increase, threatening a drought. Chance meetings erupt into fisticuffs on occasion. Every girl wants to find a SMIZE, dahling.
But not nearly as much as wewe do.
You ignore the slim odds and disregard the warnings you’ve heard since birth, like how it’s easier to grow three inches in a mwezi than it is to score a spot in the newest class of Bella’s. wewe turn a deaf ear to the cautionary tales whispered in your hometown and throughout Metopia: in dingy alleys and side streets of PitterPatter, during shift changes in Shivera, and on assembly lines of Peppertown factories. Like the rumor that the school often takes inhumane and irreversible disciplinary action. au that certain “disposable” civilian girls are brought to the Land to be tortured and killed, used as human sacrifices for ungodly experimens and animalistic rituals.
It’s not true dahling... au is it.
Be careful for what wewe wish for dahling, because Modelland holds dark sinister secrets in the shadows.
Every girl wants to be there dahling. wewe and every young girl around the world, wants that dream-come-true moment. And wewe say to yourself. This is my year, but so does every other girl to and wewe say, They'll choose me for sure.
Every girl feels the same way...except one.
Nova Mclee
Are wewe ready? Modelland is waiting for you...
See wewe there girls!
upendo MALMCD
know what fills you, spurs wewe on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
The Land wewe thirst for has loomed at the juu of the mountain in Metopia for as long as wewe can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing siku as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. wewe begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift.
Oh, how wewe long for that moment, with bated fresh breath, I hope. For it signifies that luminescent eye will soon blaze in the sky, bathing the whole world in gold, touching everyone of it's inhabitants...including you.
But dahling, it is no ordinary golden light. Once it tickles you, wewe are suddenly...transported. wewe hear the softest of sighs au faintest of giggles in your ear, even if you're standing alone. The once-stale air around wewe becomes both sweet and tart, making wewe nose tingle and sending a charge of excitement through your brain. The finest silk, the softest velveteen, au the supplest suede will brush your skin, but whatever wewe thought was touching wewe is nowhere to be seen.
Basking in the light is such a naughty tease, like getting a single lick of the most delicious butter-pecan gelato you've ever tasted: it inflames your obsession, increasing your desire a hundredfold. wewe lust to go to this Land to become one of the only famous people in the world. wewe ache to be a 7Seven.
But very few ever get the chance.
Nevertheless, wewe and every young girl in the world vie for an opportunity on The siku of Discovery, which is grander than every global holiday combined. Making the delirium even zaidi intense, the Land sends seven talismans called SMIZEs into the world. (What an arcane word! Who thought of such a thing?) These SMIZEs, which boost your odds of being chosen kwa ninety-one percent, are propelled through the world’s waterways. Naturally, the week before The siku of Discovery bathing, showering, pool use, and even sewer diving increase, threatening a drought. Chance meetings erupt into fisticuffs on occasion. Every girl wants to find a SMIZE, dahling.
But not nearly as much as wewe do.
You ignore the slim odds and disregard the warnings you’ve heard since birth, like how it’s easier to grow three inches in a mwezi than it is to score a spot in the newest class of Bella’s. wewe turn a deaf ear to the cautionary tales whispered in your hometown and throughout Metopia: in dingy alleys and side streets of PitterPatter, during shift changes in Shivera, and on assembly lines of Peppertown factories. Like the rumor that the school often takes inhumane and irreversible disciplinary action. au that certain “disposable” civilian girls are brought to the Land to be tortured and killed, used as human sacrifices for ungodly experimens and animalistic rituals.
It’s not true dahling... au is it.
Be careful for what wewe wish for dahling, because Modelland holds dark sinister secrets in the shadows.
Every girl wants to be there dahling. wewe and every young girl around the world, wants that dream-come-true moment. And wewe say to yourself. This is my year, but so does every other girl to and wewe say, They'll choose me for sure.
Every girl feels the same way...except one.
Nova Mclee
Are wewe ready? Modelland is waiting for you...
See wewe there girls!
upendo MALMCD
