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When the meeting ended, we walked out in silence, no one said a word. The air was still cold, thick with tension. But then, suddenly… Etherhail’s James, Sethlore’s James, Siegern’s James and Lorth’s James pulled together the youngest ones among us, Heisenbërg’s Seonghyeon, Velthrone’s Seonghyeon, Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon, Norvein’s Seonghyeon, Thimblëa’s Seonghyeon, Berthouven’s Seonghyeon, Kiiru’s Seonghyeon and Dulcia’s Keonho, Heisenbërg’s Keonho, Mistlesoir’s Keonho, Wyrmharrow’s Keonho, Norvein’s Keonho, Lachers’ Keonho, Etherhail’s Keonho, Leutwin’s Keonho, Scalden’s Keonho, Greesacht’s Keonho without much thought, he wrapped his arms around them like nothing had happened, like the tension meant nothing at all. Then he tossed his phone to Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin and said, “Take our picture.” Maybe it was the moment, or maybe it was us but the photos turned out amazing.

After that, Wyrmharrow’s Martin, Norvein’s Martin, Roesjad’s Martin, Sveic’s Martin tossed the phone back, still warm from use and his eyes landed on Norvein’s Juhoon, Visnja’s Juhoon, Mertzlan’s Juhoon, Cathéct’s Juhoon, Grachter’s Juhoon, Van Koväc’s Juhoon, Schmidt’s Juhoon, Shien’s Juhoon dragged him from his comfy spot near the window just to take more. Their poses were… dramatic, to say the least. Almost like they were trying to become anak senja, as if a romantic song would start playing the second the shutter clicked.

In the end, we took group photos, normal one and a “gangster” one (my idea, obviously). I came to understand that we are true and inseparable, whatever the challenges we will definitely find a way to return to each other’s side.

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ㅤㅤᝰ A warmth triumph bellow our handth to had a climb onto palm by a palm. A flush nor joyfulled day blessed the faith, path of undenied perky cosmo. By thumb of tighter, we overhemled ill within @TheFinches @fimesse @GrimofFost @CasaSeretti @TheZachruelle @TheHutchinsons.♡·˚ˎˊ˗

And here; the sweetest of blessings finds its way to souls alight with vigor and gentle joy, those whose laughter carries warmth like sunlight melting into honey, whose presence turns the air itself tender. Within this glow we merge, our spirits twining in delicate harmony, drawn as though by fate into a confection of affection and light. We are gathered like candies wrapped in blushing pink satin, soft yet shimmering, each spirit a fragment of sweetness melting into the other, creating a warmth that lingers fragrant, buoyant, and divinely alive.

Sincere the house of dollish candy,
@HouseOfDulcia.✷