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Today was quite a fun day. Lorth’s San was doing his usual routine, working out at the gym 🏋. He always goes there to keep his body healthy and fit.

While he was taking a break and wiping his sweat, he suddenly heard the sound of a bag charm jingling 🎒. It turned out to be Eryndor’s Iroha, who had just arrived, still wearing her school bag and holding a bottle of water 🧋(though her bag was actually full of snacks too). Lorth’s San chuckled, “Just got home from school?” Eryndor’s Iroha nodded and handed him the drink.

Eryndor’s Iroha sat beside him, munching on candy 🍬. “I miss your wifey, uncle.” That made Lorth’s San laugh, and he immediately took out his phone 📱 and called his wife at home 🏠. “Hey darling, someone seems to be missing you.” He turned the camera toward Eryndor’s Iroha, who instantly lit up with a bright smile. “I MISS YOU, AUNT—”

Suddenly, Lorth’s San turned the camera back to himself. “Yeah, yeah, but I miss you more, okay?” he said to his wife, making Eryndor’s Iroha pout. “That’s not fair,” she mumbled, which made both Lorth’s San and his wife laugh during the FaceTime call. 📲💕
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    ⿴⃟۪۪⃕ 🕊A MEASURED TURNING OF THE YEAR WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE CASTLE OF ERYNDOR   𝅦 ۪  ࣪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMARCH, 28th──2006

✾⬪˙ 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 CARMEN 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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    ⿴⃟۪۪⃕ 🕊A MEASURED TURNING OF THE YEAR WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE CASTLE OF ERYNDOR   𝅦 ۪  ࣪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMARCH, 28th──2006

✾⬪˙ 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 JIHOON 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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