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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 @casaseretti, @TheZachruelle, @Sooreviel, and @Fimesse : 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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In the pitch-black midnight, teenage freedom seems to radiate its aura even brighter. I, Duisterg’s Sarang along with Scalden’s Jungeun, Mitlesoir’s Sarang, Caelthwynn’s Seonghyeon, and Ignarev’s Jungeun, dash across every zebra crossing, our footsteps carrying us toward the riverbank.

No one knows exactly what we’re chasing at a riverside like this, maybe it’s about teasing Caelthwynn’s Seonghyeon, who keeps tumbling off his bike as the cold seeps through his jacket, or protesting Ignarev’s Jungeun spotty lighting while striking shadow-optic poses.

Or it’s me, Duisterg’s Sarang, with Scalden’s Jungeun, and Mitlesoir’s Sarang debating which candid pose truly captures us. Perhaps what we seek is the crash of fierce waves, the chill wind accompanying our warm laughter.

Whatever the moment, we know this night will etch itself as a joyful memory in our teenage hearts. For the unfogettable night, come join us and create memories you'll always carry beloved, Duisie, Puppets, Misty, Scaldiest, and Wynnies. ☆

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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 @Monstaesan, @TheMeirhart, @Clarkinside, @TheRushforth and @HusetTilSorguine. : 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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