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ㅤㅤ( .. WELCOME, WANDERER .. ) &. Warm Greetings From Where Old Legends Sleep;ㅤ\\ 🕰 // September 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: @HavenOfEihf and @TheeRomanovna.

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\\ 🕰 //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: @KasteelOfDuisterg.

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

Day 2 of refusing to let go of summer: Eryndor’s Gawon and Elmswythe’s Minji are once again on the hunt for the best time to steal between their neverending preoccupied weeks. This time, an art gallery became their go-to place to stay lowkey while enjoying each other’s company.
They wandered through the halls, stopping every now and then whenever something caught their eyes.

Eryndor's Gawon took a glimpse of one of the framed art “Do you understand this one?”
“Not really, but I like it,” answered Elmswythe's Minji between her giggles.

And that was enough. Between quiet laughter, little comments about the paintings, and stories exchanged along the way, the hours passed without either of them keeping track. For a little while, there were no deadlines to chase, just the two of them, taking their time and making another summer afternoon last a little longer.