dan inilah sosok ian mills yang sedang me time karena pusing les piano kemarin

Finally off the clock and counting down the minutes until I see you. Miss you, Milly~

aku jualan donat nih milly tuk menafkahi keluarga~

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“I SHALL FIND THEE: WHOEVER HAS FORGOTTEN THEIR DREAMS IN THIS DECAYED COUNTERFEIT.”ㅤ / ㅤ 1628

These wanderings remain untouched by their final destination, while the specter of lamentation corridors looms vast upon the gaze, moreover each hope seems increasingly distant to grasp after the feathers have fallen amidst the dew-covered fields of the longing timberland. The tread have yet to discover their direction, albeit it wings are no longer windswept; toward seeking a devotion that willing in faith as the supreme measure to attaining holiness.

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CLAUSE THINGS TO CONSIDER:

1. The voyager figure must remain as Kim Dohoon of TWS, without the slightest intention of altering near future.
2. Be willing to sacrifice everything; contribute in time, pouring out your efforts, and engaging in discourse so as not to diminish the fervor.
3. Have no desire to going inactive for the foreseeable time to come.

As thine esteemed presence is summoned to this sanctuary, thou shalt be charged with upholding this covenant to ensure that it abides steadfast.

Hail, Dear Solicarus! I, (Name), standing alongside (ID) solemnly declare with the determination to sacrifice whatever may be decreed in the firmament, I shall await the call to surrender all that I may possess. May you have mercy upon me.

Proclaim thy vows to @SolicarusBot; we eagerly await thine attendance, most courageous of challengers!
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❅ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾

Snowing over Valais, Friday, 12th of June, 2026. Seasonal notice : The Fires of Home Burn Once More Current Edition: Gathering Familiar Souls

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Snow gathers quietly upon the Alpine slopes, settling over cedar roofs and winding paths that disappear into white. Where frosted pines stand still and lanterns gleam against the winter dusk. This invitation drifts gently through the falling snow to those who may yet find a place among us.

The hearthlight calls to:
✧ The Hearth's Embrace, Mother. (1980–1990)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2010)

Should you find yourself following familiar tracks through the snow, we await your arrival through @EdurneBot with the following format:

Greetings from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, carrying a hopeful heart, wish to gather beneath Edurne's roof and become part of its family. May I find a place within your home.

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Wo die Winterwege nach Hause führen, Edurne Familie. ⛄️❄️
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