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NIGHTVALE IS NEVER EMPTY &,
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
The Patriarch & Matron (90•95)
The Eldritch Kin (96•99)
The Whispering Ancestors (00•02)
The Lurking Shadows (03•04)
The Forgotten Echoes (05•07)
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
I am (NAME), once (MUSE NAME), born (YEAR).
Now (@USERNAME).
Returned as your (LINE).
I remember the silence. I remember home.The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
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Hi, Owel! Ini STYLE banteng ku (meyah—meyah) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Tebak nama si imut itu. Nanti aku kasih blek kart, tapi dari Koko dan Cece ku 😜😜
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Good evening, our dearest Owel! 😆♥️
Lately, we've been falling in love with the little moments we share—and tonight, we decided to have a cozy family dinner to celebrate the warmth we've been building together :3 We exchanged little stories, giggled over inside jokes, and told one another just how much we admire each other😊 It reminded us to always find happiness in the smallest things, just like we do with our beloved brothers and sisters <3 May your evening be just as soft and comforting, Owel! You deserve all the warmth in the world 🫶🏻🌎
Lately, we've been falling in love with the little moments we share—and tonight, we decided to have a cozy family dinner to celebrate the warmth we've been building together :3 We exchanged little stories, giggled over inside jokes, and told one another just how much we admire each other
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Nighty─night, Owell! 😉 I want to make our story today into your fairy tale, and i also leave a beautiful portrait of me after a comfortable dinner with my family! >__● Now, it's time for us to pull up the blanket and chase fireflies in dreamland, psstt─Donn't forget to clean your mattress so that the devil under the bed doesn't pull your feet 😮☝️🏻 Sweet dreams, my lovely Owell! 🤩
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♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁
─── I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. 💌
✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TeenBuds @TheAescendants love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
🏠🐻❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.
─── I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. 💌
✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TeenBuds @TheAescendants love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
🏠🐻❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.
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