Forwarded from YELTSIN:ㅤ冥縁 ㅤ🀄
The holiday has finally arrived, and we're definitely not the type to spend it staying at home. So here we are, Yeltsin's Joy and Greesacht's Tzuyu—in Japan, a country known for its cherry blossoms and Mount Fuji. We've been here for two days, and it's already our last day.
Even though the trip was short, it was full of memorable moments, from visiting tourist spots and taking photos to enjoying the lively city atmosphere, and spending nights with movies, snacks, and popcorn. To end our vacation, we visited a famous restaurant recommended by artist, idols, and locals. We originally planned to order only sushi, but once we got there, we couldn't resist trying other dishes as well, including tempura, ramen, and some Japanese-style drinks that looked far too tempting to pass up (we can't handle it). While enjoying the meal, we chatted about our journey in Japan. It's hard to believe this short vacation is already over, but at least we can end it with simple moments that feel truly memorable.
Even though the trip was short, it was full of memorable moments, from visiting tourist spots and taking photos to enjoying the lively city atmosphere, and spending nights with movies, snacks, and popcorn. To end our vacation, we visited a famous restaurant recommended by artist, idols, and locals. We originally planned to order only sushi, but once we got there, we couldn't resist trying other dishes as well, including tempura, ramen, and some Japanese-style drinks that looked far too tempting to pass up (we can't handle it). While enjoying the meal, we chatted about our journey in Japan. It's hard to believe this short vacation is already over, but at least we can end it with simple moments that feel truly memorable.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(6th of June.) : 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 @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Clarkinside, @heartchupie, @Monstaesan, @HouseOfLetheris, @jyperspace and @CoterieOfYeltsin 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(6th of June.) : 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 @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Clarkinside, @heartchupie, @Monstaesan, @HouseOfLetheris, @jyperspace and @CoterieOfYeltsin 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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Forwarded from Flare U's Project. #KangWoojins19Track
⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰:²⁴ ━━●━━───── ²:⁵⁸ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: #KangWoojins19Track
GENRE: "Favorite Day"
TRACK COUNT: 070607
STATUS: Currently Playing
▶ "Atlantis Princess" - BOA
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 a collection of songs, stories, and memories arranged especially for this 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲.This media is not supported in your browser
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Forwarded from THE BOYNEXTDOOR: #BNDComeHome
SIX ROOMS, FINDING: ONE HOME. ★🏠
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(PAGE OF 06070. 𖠿)
Countless pages were spent for #BNDComeHome / capturing the transient moments and passing places. The answer quietly revealed itself, unfolds into a remarkable joy. ✩
ㅤ"𝖨 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖴𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
ㅤ𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒
ㅤ𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋? 𝖨 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌."
Perhaps, HOME isn't waiting at the end of the journey and memory gathered along the way, and every story yet to be written.
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Forwarded from Sanguine Regalia: Haus von Hesserhine.
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ㅤ 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗟
ㅤ 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬: 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛.
ㅤ 𝐷𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝟭𝟴𝟬𝟲 .. ꯱𖢲
In bygone chronicles whom sacredly interlaced amongst lustrously paradisean grandeur. Through sacramental residence of Das Abendland, appears beckoning long-breathing tales ‘tween peerless recountal. Feathered roseate ink bears witness to paradigmatic signatures whence maidens were born in perfectness. Upon miscellany of decrees and oaths resounding through sweet-composed euphony. Accompanied by devotional verses whose sound sacrosanct, greatness was born ‘neath holiness. Hallowed sanctum meritorious of being summoned as an holy-palace of civilisation. Ätherisch, Berauschend! Transcendent pearls adorned by endless eminence. Inside uncounted writings, serenities interknitted amongst time immemorial whom rebuilt. Seeking long-lost contessa, complement to languished essece. These phrases are assembled as a complement to an archetypal imploration, resonated in cycle of erstwhile pages to be reshaped. Hither—those declare upon a scriptural oath to quest-after:
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Stille Säule (1990-1995)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Fromme Lichtträgerin (1996-1999)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Hüterin des Friedens (2000-2004)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Verschleierte Zarin (2005-2008)
Interlinked sentences within paradisaical phrases, unfolding in silver-toned tunes shall coming as märchen of nyx. Thence, anyone whom senses a resonance with this letter. Write and transcribe these oaths, consign amongst @HesserhineBot. Yet, placing a heed to behold around “EARMARKED-LIST” beforehand.
‘Signatured In Vellum-Bound Chronicon.’
Diachronic Arcadia: @Hesserhine.
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ㅤ 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗟
ㅤ 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬: 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛.
ㅤ 𝐷𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝟭𝟴𝟬𝟲 .. ꯱𖢲
In bygone chronicles whom sacredly interlaced amongst lustrously paradisean grandeur. Through sacramental residence of Das Abendland, appears beckoning long-breathing tales ‘tween peerless recountal. Feathered roseate ink bears witness to paradigmatic signatures whence maidens were born in perfectness. Upon miscellany of decrees and oaths resounding through sweet-composed euphony. Accompanied by devotional verses whose sound sacrosanct, greatness was born ‘neath holiness. Hallowed sanctum meritorious of being summoned as an holy-palace of civilisation. Ätherisch, Berauschend! Transcendent pearls adorned by endless eminence. Inside uncounted writings, serenities interknitted amongst time immemorial whom rebuilt. Seeking long-lost contessa, complement to languished essece. These phrases are assembled as a complement to an archetypal imploration, resonated in cycle of erstwhile pages to be reshaped. Hither—those declare upon a scriptural oath to quest-after:
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Stille Säule (1990-1995)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Fromme Lichtträgerin (1996-1999)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Hüterin des Friedens (2000-2004)
ㅤ 𖠁 • Die Verschleierte Zarin (2005-2008)
Interlinked sentences within paradisaical phrases, unfolding in silver-toned tunes shall coming as märchen of nyx. Thence, anyone whom senses a resonance with this letter. Write and transcribe these oaths, consign amongst @HesserhineBot. Yet, placing a heed to behold around “EARMARKED-LIST” beforehand.
Grüezi, Hesserhine! In my liturgical oath, I pledge to place my appearance as (Muse, Line) amongst your absolute gloriousness. Therefore, I shall release (@Username) here as an inscription of meeting the prerequisite creeds. Dankeschön! ‘Signatured In Vellum-Bound Chronicon.’
Diachronic Arcadia: @Hesserhine.
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Forwarded from Land of Wander, IWANDERLAND.
🎶 ⃞゙ִㅤ ꪱׁׅzׁׅ֬ꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮ㅤ ✿⃞゙ㅤ⌣ּ࣭࣯ 𓈒ּ͏͏்𓏢
<𝟹𝚛𝚍> Mini Album ‘#SetTheTempo’
𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦 .. --.. -. .-.
they arrived on 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟬𝟴𝘁𝗵.
꒰𞋯ܺ͢͡𓈒 𝄞ﾟ fleeing tomorrow’s end, gliding
into graceful refinement with
𝓯eathers delicately sealed. 𑁍ܓ
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Forwarded from Sunlit Valleys of Altefiore: Under the Alpine Veil.
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡.
ㅤㅤㅤ𖤍 (𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗬: 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟)
Hey there, traveler. Can you hear it too? The quiet song of melting snow, the gentle hum of wildflowers waking up? That’s the call of spring in these mountains. If it stirs something inside you, maybe it’s time to come closer into our little haven. Here, the paths are open to:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ PARENTS (1970—1994)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ AUNCLE (1995-1999)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ SIBLINGS (2000—2010)
Out here, we whisper the names of the ones who wander the hills with us, a quiet list you’ll soon be a part of. If you’re ready to step into the meadow, here’s the way you introduce yourself:
Speak it honestly, with a steady heart. Those who gather the most kindred spirits might even be chosen to stand as our next guide. Don’t wait too long. The snow’s melting and the flowers are already opening. Reach us through @AltefioreBot.
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡.
ㅤㅤㅤ𖤍 (𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗬: 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟)
Hey there, traveler. Can you hear it too? The quiet song of melting snow, the gentle hum of wildflowers waking up? That’s the call of spring in these mountains. If it stirs something inside you, maybe it’s time to come closer into our little haven. Here, the paths are open to:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ PARENTS (1970—1994)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ AUNCLE (1995-1999)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ SIBLINGS (2000—2010)
Out here, we whisper the names of the ones who wander the hills with us, a quiet list you’ll soon be a part of. If you’re ready to step into the meadow, here’s the way you introduce yourself:
Gentle greetings, Altefiore! I, (Name + Username), feel called to walk these spring paths with you. The role I carry is (Parents/Auncle/Children) and I come as (Muse + Line). I’m ready for any questions you have and to prove I belong here.Speak it honestly, with a steady heart. Those who gather the most kindred spirits might even be chosen to stand as our next guide. Don’t wait too long. The snow’s melting and the flowers are already opening. Reach us through @AltefioreBot.
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