Forwarded from House Of Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries
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ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
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Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
Hail, fair Dewmourne! Warmest greetings I dost send unto thee. Herewith cometh I, seeking to be numbered amongst thy kin as (Uncle, Aunty, Oldest, Middle, Youngest). Pray, permit me to make mine introduction, I am (Name + ID), who doth bear the visage of (Muse), born upon the line of (Line). I await thine answer to mine coming, and do give thee thanks for thy gracious heed.
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(10th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheGeldart, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, and @DeCrowther who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(10th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TheGeldart, @StringOfScarvaine, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheHeike, and @DeCrowther who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
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iwak peyek.... iwak peyek... iwak peyek nasi jagung ☝️🏼🙂↔️☝️🏼 azeekkk, hobahhh 💃💃 ready banget ini jadi member ke-4 nya trio macam 🐆 nanti namanya bukan trio macan tapi fourio macan 🐆 ☝️🏼🙂↔️☝️🏼 siapa yg setuju aku jadi member trio macam??? ☝️🏼 nanti aku kasih tandatangan gratis 🤭🤭 aku ready mengguncang dunia, gesss 💃🪩 dukung ak yh manteman
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Forwarded from The Violent Side of Rock; The Gritner.
Sunday may be drawing to a close, but the day has been nothing short of cheerful one. Gritner’s Yeonjun spent the whole day in a sweet company with Greesacht’s Soobin! You can see, we even get ourselves a matching outfit today to fit the sunny-day (his idea, of course, and I couldn’t have said yes faster.) We wandered around, talked about everything and nothing, laughter and light following us wherever we went and just let the day be as warm as it wanted to be ⛅️☘
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look at my hair and my hair clip, this is the cute hairstyle my sisters made for me! 🩷
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