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WHIMSICAL LA SÖNNAILLE.
(The Moonlit Crotchety) Dew mends upon the mise-en-scene, along the moon’s eyes veiled. ‘Yet, au contraire lucent narrowly cimmerian.’ shall it be a hymn to the lady who lingers in glow, and to the zenith of merely tint.
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WHIMSICAL LA SÖNNAILLE.
(The Moonlit Crotchety) Dew mends upon the mise-en-scene, along the moon’s eyes veiled. ‘Yet, au contraire lucent narrowly cimmerian.’ shall it be a hymn to the lady who lingers in glow, and to the zenith of merely tint.
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Dimmet mingier, the pulchritude felt all the more canny. Stinted stellar won’t yield her éclat: shone brightly and sparkled.
Her heart plethoric with such lustre, vividly made the clump taste bristling. Cipher doomed, merely the chirping-birds facile. The wind brushed past her nose and seemed to dare-say, ‘I desired you to sense the lustrous of this glittering aim. As if you’ve charted another gloom.’ whilom, she felt the drowse jittery. Sole wander to opened the garden, with her still-weakened pith. That dimmet, as the moon rose, motley souls dawned amongst the celestial. Withal, the dove glided amicably on its wings, esthabiled her rub fairy-tale yet slightly odds. And, the green trees swayed as if sequent the chants within her ogling. The outré may not sail her by, upon instance they plum her to entire sanity. “The roomy starbloom may be crammed along so piles of whimsical, and lavish of chroma.”
𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.
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Dimmet mingier, the pulchritude felt all the more canny. Stinted stellar won’t yield her éclat: shone brightly and sparkled.
Her heart plethoric with such lustre, vividly made the clump taste bristling. Cipher doomed, merely the chirping-birds facile. The wind brushed past her nose and seemed to dare-say, ‘I desired you to sense the lustrous of this glittering aim. As if you’ve charted another gloom.’ whilom, she felt the drowse jittery. Sole wander to opened the garden, with her still-weakened pith. That dimmet, as the moon rose, motley souls dawned amongst the celestial. Withal, the dove glided amicably on its wings, esthabiled her rub fairy-tale yet slightly odds. And, the green trees swayed as if sequent the chants within her ogling. The outré may not sail her by, upon instance they plum her to entire sanity. “The roomy starbloom may be crammed along so piles of whimsical, and lavish of chroma.”
𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.
❦ ݁ ˖ °.
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ANNOUNCEMENT.
Hail, little souls of Sönnaille. Thank you to everyone who answered our call and stepped through our enchanted gates. As the moon fades and the veil falls, OUR GATES ARE OFFICIALLY CLOSED. To those who entered, welcome to our little enchanted tale. To those who couldn’t, perhaps the stars will bring you here next time. For those who have already sent the format but haven’t submitted their WWC yet, the final deadline is tomorrow at 10 AM. Please make sure to send it before the time comes. Until the next tale begins.
Sincerely,
La Sönnaille
Hail, little souls of Sönnaille. Thank you to everyone who answered our call and stepped through our enchanted gates. As the moon fades and the veil falls, OUR GATES ARE OFFICIALLY CLOSED. To those who entered, welcome to our little enchanted tale. To those who couldn’t, perhaps the stars will bring you here next time. For those who have already sent the format but haven’t submitted their WWC yet, the final deadline is tomorrow at 10 AM. Please make sure to send it before the time comes. Until the next tale begins.
Sincerely,
La Sönnaille
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Forwarded from Fiery Circus Ringmaster: The Halton.
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Saturday night bestirred a cavalcade into the streets, wandering from one quarter to the next and making a merry peregrination of the hours. At the fore, Halton’s Mama walked ahead whenever the streetway opened into a alluring purlieu, whilst Heishi’s Amma kept pace beside the others and pointed out the more brighter corners along the way. In turn, Etherhail’s Aunty halted whenever some scene seemed worthy of a portrait, and Roselain’s Aunty asked for her photograph to be taken, having deemed the setting worthy of one.
Meanwhile, Halton’s Aunty paused by the night vendors for a picture, and Duchesses’s Eunseo was pictured in mid-step, her attention wholly given to the walk. Further along, Vandguard’s Aunty took the livelier way through the bustling thoroughfares, whereas Yeltsin’s Mama rested amidst the pedestrian concourse, beholding the crowd around her. Then, Sönnaille’s Aunty turned to the camera for a snapshot, making the scenery behind her seem second-best.
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Saturday night bestirred a cavalcade into the streets, wandering from one quarter to the next and making a merry peregrination of the hours. At the fore, Halton’s Mama walked ahead whenever the streetway opened into a alluring purlieu, whilst Heishi’s Amma kept pace beside the others and pointed out the more brighter corners along the way. In turn, Etherhail’s Aunty halted whenever some scene seemed worthy of a portrait, and Roselain’s Aunty asked for her photograph to be taken, having deemed the setting worthy of one.
Meanwhile, Halton’s Aunty paused by the night vendors for a picture, and Duchesses’s Eunseo was pictured in mid-step, her attention wholly given to the walk. Further along, Vandguard’s Aunty took the livelier way through the bustling thoroughfares, whereas Yeltsin’s Mama rested amidst the pedestrian concourse, beholding the crowd around her. Then, Sönnaille’s Aunty turned to the camera for a snapshot, making the scenery behind her seem second-best.
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