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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @Yunhre's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @muintori's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @naravit's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @pudgya's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @leesaygwon's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @thinblume's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @eyuhayoo's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @ianjeongp's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

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In the heroism of a game where all could confine at any moment, I find out @bigassteeth's my Wraith of Warmth: a silhouette that in silence keeps me alive. Commune knows that perhaps all of hither will be wiped out. Everything that exists in Borderland will after a bit fall apart. And yet, amidst the daftness, I found warmth where I expected sole despair. You were there, barely a throb, yet enough to churn out lifespan seem worth clinging to. The Borderland will solvated into nothingness and the cards, the blood, the silence— all will turn tail to the void. But if by some miracle we meet again, let’s not talk about the games we survived. Let us rewrite our days in saccharinity instead of sorrow.

Until We Meet In Echoes,
H.F. ♡

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Wraith of Warmth serves as a tender reminder that no soul truly fades as long as warmth's shared. We, the Mertzlan Familia, cherish the glow that lingers in our hearts and express our heartfelt gratitude to everyone who has spread warmth among those we care about. Stay tuned for our next "Wraith of Warmth" agenda, or perhaps... something else awaits beyond the horizon? 👀

Thank you buat mertiez yg udah bantu ngeramein event kitaa. It means a lot buat aku dan anggota keluarga yang lain. Maav buat yang mungkin ketinggalan atau nggak sempet kami respon pertanyaannya. And thank you for staying till the end, kalian yang bikin suasananya makin hangat dan hidup.

Kalo ada yang belum ke handle atau ada salah kata dari kami, bener-bener gak ada niat ya. If anything felt missed or messy, we're genuinely sorry, Mertiezz. Semoga next event kita bisa makin rapi dan lebih fun buat kalian semua. We love you, Mertut. ♥️

happy december mertiez! :3