27/07/2025
𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗘
In the red-hued light of the final frame, we, the narrators and the scribes in the wings, step forward for one last soliloquy.
We saw the rust first. Then the fire. And somewhere between the two, something was born. We gave it a name. 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙚, a color akin to a world made of arches and echoes, built to hold what could not be contained: the students. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 of this story.
With no script but instinct, they stepped into the forge and made it blaze. They filled the university halls with something unforgettable. Their stories moved like smoke, the kind that slips through fingers but stains them still. In every page they etched, they blur the line between truth and fiction, sacred and profane, or accepted and reflected. From there, gravity ceased to hold.
And then, one rose.
𝗜𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘀.
His role was never written in the lineup, but one played it just the same. With wings scorched not by failure, but by brilliance too bold for ceilings, they soared. Not toward the sun, but past it. We called it 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙚 at first. Now, we call it 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
They did not defy gravity as an act. They made it their nature.
So this is where we place our pen down. We, 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗿, the official yearbook publication of Western Mindanao State University, speak one last time.
[ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴. ]
But oh, what a flight it was, Ikaria Solaris.
