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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, @TheWilkins 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, @TheWilkins 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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♥︎. “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, @TheMorseviic @HouseOfEtherhail @Woncrest @TheMordis 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, @TheMorseviic @HouseOfEtherhail @Woncrest @TheMordis 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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Forwarded from House Of Luthien: Wonder Lie Beyond.
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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. 🎐
Enchanted Regards,
@HouseOfLuthien.
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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.
ㅤ
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Forwarded from [DISBAND]. The Couture House of Léclair.
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.
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good night, owell! jangan lupa untuk mengskena hari ini! have a pleasant night.
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Forwarded from #BOOM Crew!
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🎟️ Congratulations, @CorwellWorld.
You’re invited to #BOOM, come join the fun!
We are thrilled to certify your group withheld special tickets for the Bazaar of Mate: #BOOM, coming up on July 19th and 20th, 2025 at @HolmesBase. This is laid-back, family-friendly event is simply perfect for cherishing memories whilst cracking up, and savoring the moment together. Join us and take a stroll through our bazaar. Our crew can’t wait to greet you! 🛒 .ᐟ☆
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🎟️ Congratulations, @CorwellWorld.
You’re invited to #BOOM, come join the fun!
We are thrilled to certify your group withheld special tickets for the Bazaar of Mate: #BOOM, coming up on July 19th and 20th, 2025 at @HolmesBase. This is laid-back, family-friendly event is simply perfect for cherishing memories whilst cracking up, and savoring the moment together. Join us and take a stroll through our bazaar. Our crew can’t wait to greet you! 🛒 .ᐟ☆
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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, @TheDoucheron & @Monarchyson, 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, @TheDoucheron & @Monarchyson, 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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The heavens may have saw us first. Take a glimpse of Corwell’s Fourth and Swift’s Carmen’s walk today, Owels! We binged through a few-stops with Fourth’s new digicam—through the DVD store; before we went on to buy flowers. Just casual walks, strolls, while serving pretty face; those sunflowers are as pretty as her, aren’t they, Owels?
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A night walk wouldn’t hurt won’t it, Owels? After take off, Corwell’s Fourth decided to join in Lichtheim’s Thomas for a night-stroll. The lights were pretty, that it captured most of their serotonin. The cars were pulling by; but it didn’t matter as long as their walk wasn’t disturbed. “Doesn’t it look pretty, Thomas?” Fourth asked— ”It's absolutely beautiful. Do you want me to take a picture? Give me your phone.” Thomas immediately held out his hand, signaling that Fourth would give him his phone. Thomas moved away slightly to get a good shot. Occasionally, the photo was blurry and blurry again. Maybe this was the latest model? It seemed so—but Fourth didn’t mind.
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