Forwarded from heartsnation! #Jiwoo20thRevelry
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𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 / Steps delicately spinning rhythm to classical piano beat creating an aura of magical dream, milden melodies drifted out.
#Jiwoo20thRevelryྀ
Enchanting rosé nutcracker of swan-lake. Pretty blush curtains parted slowly decorated with roses jewels. Amidst this dreamlike scenery of twentieth pirouette, seemingly part of story written by the strain-waltz. ⊹˚₊
ㅤㅤ ( 𝄞 𝅦 ๋)
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𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 / Steps delicately spinning rhythm to classical piano beat creating an aura of magical dream, milden melodies drifted out.
#Jiwoo20thRevelryྀ
Enchanting rosé nutcracker of swan-lake. Pretty blush curtains parted slowly decorated with roses jewels. Amidst this dreamlike scenery of twentieth pirouette, seemingly part of story written by the strain-waltz. ⊹˚₊
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ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. )
&. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ\\ 🕰 //
WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. )
&. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ\\ 🕰 //
ㅤSeptember 3rd, 1943.WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ ────── ••• 🦉. To Those Following The Path Of Our Time Loop: @IILLUV, @Oaklisse, @TheBrionyvale
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from WHIB, ON! #Leejeong23rdAmpedNight.
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
LIGHT. STRINGS. PARTY. / INVITED
CONCRETE AMP BREAK ANTHEM. ★🎸
STAGE TAKEOVER (ELECTRIC WISHES)
Congratulations! You are invited to a big
party for a great rockstar, where all eyes
turn to #Leejeong23rdAmpedNight.
Enter night of sonorous beats and
boundless revelry. Come witness
unforgettable spectacle one night
and star born to own them all.
WILL YOU ANSWER THE
CALL OF THE STAGE? ...
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
LIGHT. STRINGS. PARTY. / INVITED
CONCRETE AMP BREAK ANTHEM. ★🎸
STAGE TAKEOVER (ELECTRIC WISHES)
Congratulations! You are invited to a big
party for a great rockstar, where all eyes
turn to #Leejeong23rdAmpedNight.
Enter night of sonorous beats and
boundless revelry. Come witness
unforgettable spectacle one night
and star born to own them all.
WILL YOU ANSWER THE
CALL OF THE STAGE? ...
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
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Gitar kupetik bas ku betot, hai nona cantik seblak jeletot
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ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. ) &. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ
\\ 🕰 //
WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. ) &. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ
\\ 🕰 //
ㅤSeptember 3rd, 1943.WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ ────── ••• 🦉. To Those Following The Path Of Our Time Loop: @Meodeste
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. ) &. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ
WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. ) &. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ
\\ 🕰 //ㅤSeptember 3rd, 1943.WRAPPED IN CANDLELIGHT AND QUIET MYSTERIES:
(Lit By Candlelight, Kept By Mystery.)
ㅤㅤThere are intervals of existence that refuse conclusion. They do not arrive as grief or longing; they simply persist beneath ordinary days, untouched and suspended, turning memory into something closer to visitation than recollection.
ㅤ ────── ••• 🦉. To Those Following The Path Of Our Time Loop: @Melvnoir
ㅤ‘ ... And perhaps that is why certain remnants become impossible to articulate. They survive as afterimages rather than events—an atmosphere, a cadence, a familiarity with something no longer present. Nothing asks to be retrieved; yet some things attain their fullest beauty only once they become irretrievable.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUntil Our Paths Return,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Elmswythe.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from HERMÈS: Du Château Lavigne
Lately, the weather has been scorching hot, so this afternoon Hermès's Woojin and Elmswythe's Anxin decided to hit the beach to cool off. The gentle sea breeze and rhythmic crash of the waves greeted them the moment they arrived, instantly washing away the stifling heat.
Hermès's Woojin took a leisurely walk along the shoreline, playfully kicking and scooping up the warm, soft sand with his bare feet, chuckling softly as he watched Elmswythe's Anxin excitedly chase the bubbly ocean foam right at the water's edge. After spending the bright afternoon snapping aesthetic photos and playing around the shore, they stopped by a seaside shack to grab some chilled fruit smoothies, sitting side by side to enjoy their cold drinks while watching the golden sunset wrap up their day.
Hermès's Woojin took a leisurely walk along the shoreline, playfully kicking and scooping up the warm, soft sand with his bare feet, chuckling softly as he watched Elmswythe's Anxin excitedly chase the bubbly ocean foam right at the water's edge. After spending the bright afternoon snapping aesthetic photos and playing around the shore, they stopped by a seaside shack to grab some chilled fruit smoothies, sitting side by side to enjoy their cold drinks while watching the golden sunset wrap up their day.
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