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owel, long time no see you all. hope happiness always comes to all of us, have a good rest. π±
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Forwarded from Stazioni Of Memories: The Ferrovi Famiglia. (DISBANDED.)
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From memories to motions; this is no quiet place. This is a legacy in steam and steel, waiting to resonate with names not inherited but earned. Under the beacon's shout, under the twilight, under the crossing winds' hush, that empties into the graving for the following places astride:
Β· MACCHINISTA ( 1980β1994 )
Β· CAPOSTAZIONE ( 1995β1999 )
Β· CAPOTRENO ( 2000β2010 )
Check the TAKEN TRACKLIST before you step forward. If the tracks call your name and the line feels right, itβs your time to speak your passage:
Submit directly to @FerroviBot to begin your passage along the line.
Best regards,
THE FERROVI FAMIGLIA.
γ €γ €γ €γ €[..] ENGINE LOG ENTRY ββββ
γ €γ € THE FERROVI BLOODLINE π
From memories to motions; this is no quiet place. This is a legacy in steam and steel, waiting to resonate with names not inherited but earned. Under the beacon's shout, under the twilight, under the crossing winds' hush, that empties into the graving for the following places astride:
Β· MACCHINISTA ( 1980β1994 )
Β· CAPOSTAZIONE ( 1995β1999 )
Β· CAPOTRENO ( 2000β2010 )
Check the TAKEN TRACKLIST before you step forward. If the tracks call your name and the line feels right, itβs your time to speak your passage:
I step onto the platform, not as a guest but as someone called by the pulse of the rails. I am (NAME + @USERNAME), a name carried through passing trains. On the day of (MUSE + BIRTH DAY) to ride, write, become Ferrovi Famiglia.
Submit directly to @FerroviBot to begin your passage along the line.
Best regards,
THE FERROVI FAMIGLIA.
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What's sweeter than cotton candy? It's your smileeee!! Your smile is sweeter than any kind of candy in the whole world π© π© π©
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β₯οΈ. βA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys π
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @GeislerVoyager, @theschmidts, @LaMavieVine, @OdWendissel, @LosTrece, @IILLUV love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @GeislerVoyager, @theschmidts, @LaMavieVine, @OdWendissel, @LosTrece, @IILLUV love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
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β₯οΈ. βA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys π
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @EverbloomTales, @LaSiegern, @HomeOfSwift love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @EverbloomTales, @LaSiegern, @HomeOfSwift love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
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β₯οΈ. βA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys π
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @blissette &, @TheRedfern love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
βββ 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. π
β± 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 Celestineβs giggles, or Ernestβs 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, @blissette &, @TheRedfern love isnβt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
π π»ββοΈπΉ @CorwellWorld.
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