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,
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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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good night, owel. have a pleasant night.
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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, @DeCrowther, @Kiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, @TheEnverious, & @StringOfScarvaine 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, @DeCrowther, @Kiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, @TheEnverious, & @StringOfScarvaine 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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Forwarded from [DISBANDED] IVERIEZ.
β¦ The Inverted Realm has been unveiled, A world in stark antithesis to the Earth we know. It unveils itself in opulence: a breathtaking masquerade, a tapestry woven of illusions too exquisite to doubt, It tastes like euphoria. Yet few comprehend the truth they are ensnared in a trap spun so intricately, escape feels like fiction. They wander into it willingly, not knowing they are stepping into a labyrinth forged by shadows. Their eyes, entranced. Their bodies, responding instinctively as if sculpted solely to belong to this otherworld. To the eye, all appears exquisite, serene but beneath the surface lies a consuming void. We go deeper. Now the air grows heavier. Time is no longer linear. What was once a realm of illusions is becoming the only reality. And still, the Taken smile, because they believe they chose this: TAKEN LIST. γ
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(By the bliss that sleeps in shadow) //π€© A darkness masked in allure. It watches with eyes that do not blink, with breath that is windless and cold. Every soul within it is veiled in delusion, mesmerized, addicted, feeding unknowingly on the nectar of illusion. No savior can descend into this chasm. No light can lead them back. Except the flicker of their own subconscious awakening, the primal scream of buried truth rising from within @IveriezRobot.
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(By the bliss that sleeps in shadow) //
In solemn shadows, I send my blissful oath. I, [NAME + ID], surrender my name and number in devotion to your world. Ask of me the sacred riddle of the realm, the one that binds soul to soil, that I may answer and be claimed.
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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, @TheScalden & @Solvreith 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, @TheScalden & @Solvreith 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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