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     LEAVES CARRIED BY BREEZE.  ִֶָ 📜⊹ ࣪˖⁩
     (BIRDS BEGIN TO FERCH ON BRANCHES.)

Oranges tumble, nature was genuinely most marvellous—holding warm memories in every corner of ambrosual flourishing blossoms and heat of sun. \ Hulsenbeck: Kin-Of-Greesacht. \ Open The Gate!

         
          AUNTY & UNCLE. (1994-1999.)
          • (2000-2003.) THE ELDEST. ─
          THE MIDDLE.   |   (2004-2006.)
          • (2007-2010.) YOUNGEST.

Bliss and merriment, are in one sentences to yearning for bona-fide romantism. Not merely connecting hearts, not merely reach dreams and forgetting the past—yet to embrace and appreciate every candescent of grass that records us.

Salute, Kin Of Greesacht! I Name, Muse and ID genuinely desire to connecting my soul into your cycle of pilgrimage. Born, (0000). I will take the (Aunty/Uncle, Eld-Mid-Young.) as my figure. Embrace the new euphonious within my heart, Kin Of Greesacht. Thank you!

⤿ It Could Bloom, In Soul, In Core.
Youth, time of beauteous. It shall not dissipate solely by forgetting, because every atmosphere that witnesses the anecdote will constantly intertwined the heart in myriad way. “I can sense the scent of blossoms, making me drown and ecstasy, everytime I close my eyes, that's where my childhood was neatly arranged.”

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      CARD-BEEN-TAKEN.   \   TAKEN LIST.
       ─── Linked Core: Kin Of Greesacht.
     

Tonight’s vibes: proper chaotic boys night with Scalden’s Woojin, Nyx’s Louis, and Schäfer’s Ohyul. We went dummy on games while smashing mad food till we were all tapped out. The crib looked like a warzone, snacks and wrappers everywhere, every outlet packed with our chargers. Scalden's Woojin was in full sigma one-eye gamer mode, eyes damn near bulging out his skull from staring at the screen so hard bhap. Nyx's Louis was posted up all calm, hands moving like lightning, straight unbothered man, rizz😎 meanwhile his fingers were dripping in McDonald’s fry sauce, phone screen fully sticky as hell, oops 😮‍💨 But Schäfer's Ohyul? Bro was completely cooked. Laid out on the floor, legs spread wide open, face planted in the carpet like he accepted defeat and ascended to another realm. We are stood over him, snapped pics from above and roasted his ass: “Ratio + L + touch grass” LOL