123.... FAREWELL... 78

The count has reached its final note. On May 26th, NostalgicCount fades—quietly, gently. We skipped numbers, chased seconds, and lingered in the space between beats. Now, the time we tried to hold has softly slipped away. May your next rhythm be kind! 🤍

@faltered_hello BND's Kim Leehan, 2004

@QuiteDespairs park sungho @dohoound @fontjatim @GIATheMire @AntonPUNKZ @AEROTheMire

𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘁

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, 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, 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, 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.

@RelicsSeeun OKEH

@takakuera UDAH DIRETWEET JUGA

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, 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, 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, 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, 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.