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โฅ๏ธ. โA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys ๐
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
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โฅ๏ธ. โA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys ๐
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โค1
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good night, owel. have a pleasant night.
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โฅ๏ธ. โA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys ๐
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
๐1
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Forwarded from [DISBANDED] IVERIEZ.
โฆ 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. ใ
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(By the bliss that sleeps in shadow) //๐คฉ 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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โฅ๏ธ. โA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys ๐
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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 isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
๐1
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โฅ๏ธ. โA Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys ๐
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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, @SartreFamille @LeBeaulieu @altefiore & @KissOfLoove love isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
โโโ 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. ๐
โฑ 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 Celestineโs giggles, or Ernestโs 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, @SartreFamille @LeBeaulieu @altefiore & @KissOfLoove love isnโt always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐น @CorwellWorld.
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Forwarded from TWIGIMZ
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค 0714โlaunch complete....
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