<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[GreatSymphony]]></title><description><![CDATA[Greatsymphony]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 17:35:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Coin Frottage ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Memory of Japan]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/coin-frottage</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6985601296663872685d73c3</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2026 03:29:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_b3e81cabade04e91948f803e7652ec79~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Euphoria  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Returning back from an expeditious peregrination of ecstasy, The deliriously sweet zest of delectation tapers and leaves a bitter taste.  Exhausted, wanting. Wanting, wanting, wanting. The ambrosia that assuages and ameliorates her darkest subconscious and brings forth her purpose. Tapering, tapering, tapering. Relinquished with nothing. She has molten, The exuberance has now left her, revolted.  How could she have dreamed of receiving the goddess Euphoria’s displeasure? Now she is  left to...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/euphoria</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6961b2bccca849701e892080</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 02:07:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_f6b2b3a2d7f94135bca1dc1129b527cc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_746,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who else?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ruminating on the fantasies of companionship, I find myself dazed by the intangible idea of fellowship. In the crowd, words do not find me and I become bereft of speech, My mind promenades, the words are too far out of reach. Carefully fumbling through my cards, cautious to not make a fool of myself. One misstep of my fingers and I must retreat back to my domicile. How does one acquire such elegance and confidence in the midst of outsiders? How do I, too, become that personage of intrepidity...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/who-else</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69616825448b5a633f0ea505</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 20:43:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_04a891eb0be049478e0a8ad0508979f2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_502,h_502,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Woodland ]]></title><description><![CDATA[She curled her toes beneath the sodden soil,  redolence of the earth lingered idly in the air. The hymns of the thicket beckoned her deeper into its realm. She felt insouciant, the comforting warmth of the sun's rays enamored her. Her reluctance was drowned out by the rustles and whispers of nymphs that hid in the branches,   Deeper she ventured, placid winds pulled her in a reverie.  Swish, swish, swish, Fae emerged from between the blades of grass, their delicate wings incandescent and...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/the-woodland-by-haley-mcfadden3-2024</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696050a0f3c0663c7a9371c8</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 00:50:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_9d42b5c9143349298c27486495d6ed2a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vanquished ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Scavenging through desolate provinces and battlefields of what once was her kingdom of renown, her primacy. She scarcely could discern and elicit remembrances of her greatness through the indistinguishable  rummages that littered the long,  abandoned war-torn streets and alleys where the commonality once roamed, where placidity was always teetering.  Ragged robes  of ebony and onyx which now served as mere translucent draperies that scantily veiled declinations, trailed dejectedly upward...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/explore-stunning-artworks-at-greatsymphony-portfolio</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69602328448b5a633f0b96d6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2026 21:35:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_a7cc011abcfa4b859758ef803517ff5e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_735,h_542,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Self-Directed Final Project]]></title><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/self-directed-final-project</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69643340f5f677155672219d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 23:33:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_acf3f3278c184806a1b6566a174df044~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_450,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Organizing the Random]]></title><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/organizing-the-random</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69643304cca849701e8fac89</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 23:32:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_acf3f3278c184806a1b6566a174df044~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_450,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Color Project]]></title><description><![CDATA[test]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/_test</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69643238f5f6771556721ed0</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 23:29:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_acf3f3278c184806a1b6566a174df044~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_450,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[“It”]]></title><description><![CDATA[The absolute nature of this child was orphic, It was the very testament of forbidden dalliances.  An unorthodox result of a malevolent pact, The abhorrent relinquishments unto Beelzebub himself. Vile thaumaturgy.  Puerile minds toiled, acknowledgement was inconceivable. Deplorable.  An anathema.. Shielded from view in the comfort of the fetters that home once endowed it with,  Draperied windows, Entries shackled. The verboten essence brought on by lechery, Sheathed away from odious glares. ...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/___it</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6961b4edcca849701e8926ad</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 02:17:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_cf610b9f0b5b4c2297fac9ae00042b1d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_483,h_644,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Night Of The Plenilune  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was the Night of the Plenilune,  The brilliance of the nighttime celestial body illuminated the gloaming countryside. Creatures of Nocturne have made their awakening,  Well-rested, ebullient , seething with gluttony and urgency; They will lay their decree over the land as they see fit, for as long as The Moon’s ubiquity deems it.  Alas, on this particular night these creatures may not be alone to lay their claims. The Daemon of Night will vivify and rise, as he always does on the Night of...]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/the-night-of-the-plenilune</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6961b17ecca849701e891da6</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 01:57:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_7d02c3376b204dc5abc1e0aa10552f42~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_632,h_760,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Line Composition]]></title><description><![CDATA[Project 1]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/_test-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6961382c957e8f6c8aa66fd1</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 17:17:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_acf3f3278c184806a1b6566a174df044~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_450,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Textured Identity]]></title><description><![CDATA[test]]></description><link>https://haleychen0320.wixsite.com/greatsymphony/post/_test-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69612b15e434ecc89aa89f63</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 16:21:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3f6132_acf3f3278c184806a1b6566a174df044~mv2.webp/v1/fit/w_450,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Haley McFadden</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>