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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD

In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.

ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)

ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)

ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST

I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.

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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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Luminosity Cascading
In Was Bedazzling nix
unitary beheld they had
lumbered into outright
recent sphere of obscure.

Portcullis that eluded them in enormity of sphere, yet hither they are, pitching it cavernous. Esteemed to sphere that was once just phantom of zest, now haughty their ocular. 🪻

ㅤLionizing Our Recent @HouseOfLuthien!
ㅤSlide on time, they might find theirself
ㅤswimming in a sea “of regrets later on!”

︱They waited—in the world
︱beyond the fantasy gate.
ㅤ‣ Parents Figure: 1980—1992
ㅤ‣ Aunty & Uncle: 1994—1998
ㅤ‣ Oldest: 1999—2003
ㅤ‣ Middle: 2004—2006
ㅤ‣ Youngest: 2007—2010

︱&’ they are the ones who have been
︱politely uninvited: TAKEN LIST.

The Only Ticket To Stroll Through
Enchanted gates of this fairy tale
realm is to chant the mantra below
while strutting your stuff towards:
@LuthienBot. 🎐

Here, I’m incognito, a fresh spirit dubbed NAMA & MUSE, stepping into a whimsical fairy tale realm that’s as enchanting as it is delightful. May I?

Enchanted Regards,
@HouseOfLuthien.
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Today, at 14:25 PM, Léclair’s uncle, Mingi, went out with Corwell’s Fourth to play billiards. The table was polished and glowing under the dim lights, it was their battlefield. Things got a little chaotic, and that day, Mingi ended up losing the game. Sitting just behind the chaos, Léclair’s Pharita was there too. She didn’t play, she just sat and watched them, occasionally laughing at her uncle’s dramatic flair. After the game, the three of them stopped by a small warung siomay. Mingi had to pay for everyone, thanks to a bet he lost. They talked about many things and laughed at their random jokes, casually enjoying their time.

good night, owell! jangan lupa untuk mengskena hari ini! have a pleasant night.