The midnight air carried a slight chill as the concert lights flashed over the crowd, the music loud and electric in the night. Somewhere among the sea of people stood Eryndor's Jeonghan⁠ and Ignarev's Luda⁠. From behind, we probably looked like just another pair in the crowd—arms wrapped around each other while jumping, laughing, and having an absolute blast with the music. It had been a really fun night, where laughter mixed with the noise of the crowd and everything just felt exciting.

Later, we stopped by a small late-night diner nearby, and while waiting for our food, Ignarev's Luda⁠ quietly snapped a photo of Eryndor's Jeonghan⁠ leaning on the table with his chin resting on his arm, lazily scrolling through his phone in mild boredom. The warm light of the diner felt nice after the cold outside, and somehow that small, random moment ended up being just as memorable as the concert itself. It had been a fun night!

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⿴⃟۪۪⃕ 🕊A MEASURED TURNING OF THE YEAR WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE CASTLE OF ERYNDOR 𝅦 ۪  ࣪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMARCH, 8th──1996

✾⬪˙ Beneath vaulted ceilings and guarded gates, this day is marked in quiet recognition. Within the castle’s stone halls, swords rest against the walls as the name ERYNDOR'S WAY-AR passes with calm weight, spoken not loudly, but with certainty. Time has honed your presence like tempered steel ; steady, deliberate, leaving its trace along torchlit corridors and beneath hanging banners.

  ..     { 𖣦 The halls remember restraint more than spectacle, resolve more than display. Light gathers where you stand, reflected in steel and shadow alike, drawn by consistency rather than command. Another chapter unfolds as blades are set aside and silence settles. Not a moment of noise, but of acknowledgment. You are regarded within these walls, your place held without question, your name bound to the rhythm of this house as the year turns once more.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ... sincerely,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @CastleOfEryndor ⚔


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myndoorrr, guess apa tema aku malam ini? ^____^