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❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
ㅤ BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ 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 @TheHalesworth, @HomeOfSwift, @EverbloomTales, @GuildOfDvornikov, and @PUTlHABUABU : 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.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ By holm and hearth,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @MISTLESOIR
ㅤㅤ
❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
ㅤ BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ 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 @TheHalesworth, @HomeOfSwift, @EverbloomTales, @GuildOfDvornikov, and @PUTlHABUABU : 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.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ By holm and hearth,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @MISTLESOIR
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Good meowning, Misty! And, happy birthday to me xD
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The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
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Sejak kapan mistle punya moka
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The afternoon glowed softly as Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung and Mistlesoir’s Heeseung walked through quiet streets, drawn to a small café where they shared desserts beneath warm light. Time felt slow and gentle, every moment brushed with calm. Later, they wandered to a park where a bridge arched over shimmering water; Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung posed for a photo, framed by the golden sky, while Mistlesoir’s Heeseung held the camera steady.
As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.
As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.
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