Forwarded from [DISBANDED] Tale of Hathaway : A Waltz of Crowns
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Schadenfreude Saturnine Waltzed Innards The Prominence Scriptures Imparted Aeternum Elicited Juncture of Junoesque Mishpocha.
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คHathaway Famille. โก Schadenfreude Saturnine Waltzed Innards The Prominence Scriptures Imparted Aeternum Elicited Juncture of Junoesque Mishpocha.
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ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @HouseOfEyre : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
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ใ ค ใ ค ใ คใ คใ คใ ค @MISTLESOIR
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โ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER ๐ฒ
ใ ค BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @HouseOfEyre : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
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Forwarded from KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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โโโโโโโโ INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lostโof those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. โWe are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.โ Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
( ... CLASPED SEATS.) ๐ฌบ (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
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โโโโโโโโ INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lostโof those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. โWe are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.โ Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], [USERNAME] wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration. ( ... CLASPED SEATS.) ๐ฌบ (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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โ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER ๐ฒ
ใ ค BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @Morbane, @ReverieOfAmity, @Internerdz, @GowanSuite, @Courthlace, @LandOfHathaway, and @FamilieSchumann, @Berthouven : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค By holm and hearth,
ใ ค ใ ค ใ คใ คใ คใ ค @MISTLESOIR
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โ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER ๐ฒ
ใ ค BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @Morbane, @ReverieOfAmity, @Internerdz, @GowanSuite, @Courthlace, @LandOfHathaway, and @FamilieSchumann, @Berthouven : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
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โ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER ๐ฒ
ใ ค BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @CampOfLachers and @Dreadstrange. : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค By holm and hearth,
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โ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER ๐ฒ
ใ ค BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ใ คใ คโโโโโ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." โ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @CampOfLachers and @Dreadstrange. : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
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Forwarded from SCALDEN FAMILY: The Heart Behind the Stethoscope. ๐ค๐ฉบ
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Within these sacred halls of compassion, the gates to our healing sanctuary now gently open wide. We warmly invite all those who carry kindness in their hearts, who wish to nurture, support, and share in the quiet power of care.
Before crossing these gates, we kindly ask you to review the TAKEN LIST to ensure your chosen role harmonizes within the delicate balance of our familyโs tapestry.
This journey is one where every heart truly matters, where every healing hand offers comfort, and every step forward nurtures both growth and unity. Together, let us weave a lasting legacy. And join our Selection Group for further steps [https://t.me/+utmtY2SAwccyMjll]. This will help us keep the journey smooth and harmonious for everyone involved.
Sincerely, @TheScalden Family.
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Within these sacred halls of compassion, the gates to our healing sanctuary now gently open wide. We warmly invite all those who carry kindness in their hearts, who wish to nurture, support, and share in the quiet power of care.
We are currently seeking to welcome:
๐ฅ. A new Guardian Spirits and Bright Souls: for Children Figures between 2000โ2010 liners.
Before crossing these gates, we kindly ask you to review the TAKEN LIST to ensure your chosen role harmonizes within the delicate balance of our familyโs tapestry.
This journey is one where every heart truly matters, where every healing hand offers comfort, and every step forward nurtures both growth and unity. Together, let us weave a lasting legacy. And join our Selection Group for further steps [https://t.me/+utmtY2SAwccyMjll]. This will help us keep the journey smooth and harmonious for everyone involved.
Sincerely, @TheScalden Family.
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Forwarded from CHRONICLES (DISBANDED)
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Yet havoc doth arise (&.) the chamber of labor laid to waste, scrolls and toils cast aside, disorder weaving its curse within the hall. โWe turn to the watchful eye of the crystal lensโ seeking the hand that wrought this mischief and lo, naught is found. ๐
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