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BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(18, for the Wishes) πͺ½ ΰ«α Λ ΰ₯±
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @Ostendl &. @TheEdurne. May your wings mend and soar in eternityβs favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(18, for the Wishes) πͺ½ ΰ«α Λ ΰ₯±
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @Ostendl &. @TheEdurne. May your wings mend and soar in eternityβs favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
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anyone apa boleh belikan aku acai bowl? βΉοΈ
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Forwarded from LYKN PROJECT. #Route25EstSupha
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THE PATHFINDER:
MILESTONE 25.
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An itinerary of incandescent, sharp and inscribe the chronicles of luxurious highways. Tempo within a tinctured swaggering departures and shadow of obsidian confidence in defiance armament against the horizons that radiates elegant charisma for the passport. 19th of May,
THE PATHFINDER:
MILESTONE 25.
π°ββπͺπ’
An itinerary of incandescent, sharp and inscribe the chronicles of luxurious highways. Tempo within a tinctured swaggering departures and shadow of obsidian confidence in defiance armament against the horizons that radiates elegant charisma for the passport. 19th of May,
#Route25EstSupha.
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The cold night air surrounded Clyborneβs Eunchae, Dewmourneβs Carmen, and Mondcroftβs Haerin as they walked leisurely by the lakeside. The city lights reflected beautifully on the surface of the water, making the atmosphere feel calm and warm.
Clyborneβs Eunchae walked between them while carrying the snacks she had brought earlier, occasionally offering some to Dewmourneβs Carmen and Mondcroftβs Haerin beside her. Dewmourneβs Carmen held two warm drinks before handing one to Clyborneβs Eunchae, while Mondcroftβs Haerin let out a small laugh as the two started bickering again over the snacks that were almost gone.
They eventually stopped near the lakeside railing, standing close together while enjoying the gentle night breeze. Light conversations, soft laughter, and the calming sound of the water made the moment feel comforting. It was a simple night, just a quiet walk and spending time together by the lake. Yet somehow, moments like that always became the warmest memories to remember. π²ΦΌπ’
Clyborneβs Eunchae walked between them while carrying the snacks she had brought earlier, occasionally offering some to Dewmourneβs Carmen and Mondcroftβs Haerin beside her. Dewmourneβs Carmen held two warm drinks before handing one to Clyborneβs Eunchae, while Mondcroftβs Haerin let out a small laugh as the two started bickering again over the snacks that were almost gone.
They eventually stopped near the lakeside railing, standing close together while enjoying the gentle night breeze. Light conversations, soft laughter, and the calming sound of the water made the moment feel comforting. It was a simple night, just a quiet walk and spending time together by the lake. Yet somehow, moments like that always became the warmest memories to remember. π²ΦΌπ’
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pap selamat malam buat mournies ku sayang π
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