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DROP ATAU KO SUNGHOON JADI DUGONG
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Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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β¬eauty unbound, crowned by destiny, son of the undying πphrodite.
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holding the secrets of moonlight
upon water; his voice shall be as
honey poured upon silver.
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#HUENINGKAIππMYTHS
ΰ±ΰ±ΰ± visage bears the luster of the morning star. the world, for a time, knew the touch of beauty.
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EYES SHALL BE THE CERULEAN
OF THE AEGEAN DEEP ..ΰΉπ―β¬eauty unbound, crowned by destiny, son of the undying πphrodite.
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holding the secrets of moonlight
upon water; his voice shall be as
honey poured upon silver.
π½πͺ*π ..
14TH AUGUST#HUENINGKAIππMYTHS
ΰ±ΰ±ΰ± visage bears the luster of the morning star. the world, for a time, knew the touch of beauty.
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Forwarded from SΓΆrguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Γ FLYTTE UT PΓ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985β1995), uncles and aunts (1990β1997), and siblings (older: 1998β2002; younger: 2007β2011).
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Γ FLYTTE UT PΓ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985β1995), uncles and aunts (1990β1997), and siblings (older: 1998β2002; younger: 2007β2011).
Droplets flowed a stream of serenity that encouraged the gallantry to become a member of the hamlet leaf. I, (name, muse, and line), gave myself up to reveal that I was the branch that had been sought.To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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Forwarded from Sanguine Heir of the : Noctis Rubrum.
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(ππππππ πππ ππππππππ) / RingβRing! They Wouldβve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? πΈοΈπ¦
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunatelyβhiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. βWe're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!β They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot Youβve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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(ππππππ πππ ππππππππ) / RingβRing! They Wouldβve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? πΈοΈπ¦
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunatelyβhiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. βWe're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!β They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Greetings, Noctrum! I am called (NAME), registered under the number (ID). The face I wear, borrowed or chosen, is known to some as (Park Jongseong/Shim Jaeyun/Park Sunghoon). I offer this as record, in hopes it reaches those who still remember what we are. VERITAS ANTE TIMOREM!
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot Youβve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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πͺ‘π« ππ©π’π΅ π’ ππ±π¦π€π΅π’π€πΆππ’π³ ππ°πΆπ³π―π¦πΊ ππ©π³π°πΆπ¨π© π’π― ππΊπ΅π© ππ’π¨πͺπ€π’π ππ’π³π₯π¦π― ππ’π―π₯π΄π€π’π±π¦ π°π§ August 14th.
We are overjoyed to commemorate this special day. Oh! Kind sort of gathering, do you doubt? It's the celebration time of none other than the joyous monthiversary of our renowned forest wanderers, @MystiCats @TheVeos @SheIsMathilde @TeenBuds @Thesaltreign @TheAescendants
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π¦e offer our sincerest prayers and well wishes to the neighbors out on their journey today. May your path be filled with happiness and prosperity on this day and bring a lifetime of remarkable memories and experiences of the autumnal hues of the trees of the brisk autumn winds guide you toward new adventures.
Town of Unknown, @Calsearth.
We are overjoyed to commemorate this special day. Oh! Kind sort of gathering, do you doubt? It's the celebration time of none other than the joyous monthiversary of our renowned forest wanderers, @MystiCats @TheVeos @SheIsMathilde @TeenBuds @Thesaltreign @TheAescendants
γ €γ €γ €β°οΈ A lone seedling, cradled
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γ €γ €γ €ο½with quiet grace ποΈπͺ‘
π¦e offer our sincerest prayers and well wishes to the neighbors out on their journey today. May your path be filled with happiness and prosperity on this day and bring a lifetime of remarkable memories and experiences of the autumnal hues of the trees of the brisk autumn winds guide you toward new adventures.
Town of Unknown, @Calsearth.
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