Forwarded from 𝒯he siren of starlight sea; 杨超越
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ“𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗘”
ㅤ ㅤ𝆠ᰮྀ ׄ ፝ 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬ㅤ 𝆠ᰮྀ ׄ ፝
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑆𝑇: 𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑈𝑆𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐼𝐷
ㅤㅤㅤ(𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲: 𝟑𝟏𝐬𝐭. 𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑂𝑓 𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚)
In times past, fairy-tale set out in sacredness of manuscriptum. Things as mermaids, fairies, and witches are becoming folktales whose have been told or another tales whose have been heard. Those creatures breathe solely through an illusion. Nonetheless, has soul ever considered whence these might once have been actually existed? It perchance well have been so, yet such a notion dismissed as outlandish—even if one were to believe it and attempt to turn it into-a-faith, it shall merely appear a tale set centuries ago on the magnificent island of Aster. For she has came! Deadly Allurement of Siren: 杨超越.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ“𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗘”
ㅤ ㅤ𝆠ᰮྀ ׄ ፝ 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬ㅤ 𝆠ᰮྀ ׄ ፝
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑆𝑇: 𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑈𝑆𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐼𝐷
ㅤㅤㅤ(𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲: 𝟑𝟏𝐬𝐭. 𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑂𝑓 𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚)
In times past, fairy-tale set out in sacredness of manuscriptum. Things as mermaids, fairies, and witches are becoming folktales whose have been told or another tales whose have been heard. Those creatures breathe solely through an illusion. Nonetheless, has soul ever considered whence these might once have been actually existed? It perchance well have been so, yet such a notion dismissed as outlandish—even if one were to believe it and attempt to turn it into-a-faith, it shall merely appear a tale set centuries ago on the magnificent island of Aster. For she has came! Deadly Allurement of Siren: 杨超越.
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There is a particular tenderness that belongs only to afternoons like this. The sun seemed to linger without urgency, pouring its honeyed light over familiar faces as though it, too, understood that some moments deserve to last a little longer. Conversations wandered from one story to another, laughter found its way into every quiet corner, and even the silences felt full—never empty, only softened by the comfort of knowing no one expected anything from the moment except for it to be lived.
Today reminding us that time moves differently when it is shared with the people who have known every version of you. There was nowhere else to be, nothing else to chase—only this afternoon, wrapped in warmth, familiar voices, and the quiet certainty that home has never simply been a place. It has always been the people beside whom even the simplest day becomes something worth remembering.
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There is a particular tenderness that belongs only to afternoons like this. The sun seemed to linger without urgency, pouring its honeyed light over familiar faces as though it, too, understood that some moments deserve to last a little longer. Conversations wandered from one story to another, laughter found its way into every quiet corner, and even the silences felt full—never empty, only softened by the comfort of knowing no one expected anything from the moment except for it to be lived.
Today reminding us that time moves differently when it is shared with the people who have known every version of you. There was nowhere else to be, nothing else to chase—only this afternoon, wrapped in warmth, familiar voices, and the quiet certainty that home has never simply been a place. It has always been the people beside whom even the simplest day becomes something worth remembering.
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Forwarded from Reddikulus ✶ #ThirtyPearlsOfJoy
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+🌲𓂋⃰ㅤCRIMSON⎯⎯RED
GESPRÄCHE FÜNF 🄯𝓇𝓋. . *(ᩙ
A woodland light 𝑜𝒻 red dynasty
beneath the crimson hood
ㅤ carved into a fairy-tale
ㅤinscription, the altar of light
ㅤㅤㅤfrom the Five-petaled Ⱄ ⋆ 𓍊₊
ㅤ꣖🧺 ີ ೃᰰ࿔۪۪۪ .. A vagabond along a woodland arc full of conundrums,
with a cartridge of courage
as their comrade. A scintillant
fluorescence waltzing among the branches of time wolves lurk in the silence. ꯴. Ein leises Brüllen .. 🐺
📬♡゙ ، (01.08) Mark The #12VelvetInTheWoods Date:
+🌲𓂋⃰ㅤCRIMSON⎯⎯RED
GESPRÄCHE FÜNF 🄯𝓇𝓋. . *(ᩙ
A woodland light 𝑜𝒻 red dynasty
beneath the crimson hood
ㅤ carved into a fairy-tale
ㅤinscription, the altar of light
ㅤㅤㅤfrom the Five-petaled Ⱄ ⋆ 𓍊₊
ㅤ꣖
with a cartridge of courage
as their comrade. A scintillant
fluorescence waltzing among the branches of time wolves lurk in the silence. ꯴. Ein leises Brüllen .. 🐺
📬♡゙ ، (01.08) Mark The #12VelvetInTheWoods Date:
Red Dynasty, like a corsage of memories shrouded in the twilight dust, will soon be revealed. ྀ ₊ Please open Telegram to view this post
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Myndors, tonight is very gloomy. Aunty felt that spending time alone in her room was the right thing to do. However, Aunty forgot that Aunty has incredibly active nieces and nephews. So, the quiet evening vanished. Still, Aunty is happy to have them. ♥️
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