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🗡 .. ╱03:06 ╱ THE STAGE LIGHT FLICKERED LIKE A DYING HEART, CASTING SHADOWS THAT DANCED ALONG THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE OF HEARTH .. ╱

          “a theater that once burned with
           laughter, now breathing only smoke
           and memory.”

، ˖︶꒷꒦🪞 ྀ۪۪۪ ... The curtains hung heavy, soaked in whispers. The chandeliers swayed to a rhythm long forgotten, their glass eyes glinting like mourners. @IrisOfBlosceir @HouseofLetheris @TheRushforth @TheMeirhart moved through the dusted aisles, where every seat still faced the ghost of a final act ▒░▒ 🕯🪽ྀ♩᳝ )


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