Greetings and solulations, Misty!
We would like to thank each soul who walked with us through our second open gate. And now we would like to announce that we have OFFICIALLY CLOSED the gate. To all who have applied to join Mistlesoir, the selection shall soon begin. Please prepare yourselves, we are all waiting for your arrival. ❄️
By holm and hearth,
@MISTLESOIR 🌲
We would like to thank each soul who walked with us through our second open gate. And now we would like to announce that we have OFFICIALLY CLOSED the gate. To all who have applied to join Mistlesoir, the selection shall soon begin. Please prepare yourselves, we are all waiting for your arrival. ❄️
By holm and hearth,
@MISTLESOIR 🌲
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The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir. via @MasterPoll_Bot
📝 Solulations, Misty! As the season envelops us in enchantment and the mistletoe lingers with hope, we’re unveiling the gate for a special Q&A gathering. Should you wish to discover more about the path ahead, do present your inquiries here. 🌲 👤 kalian seru…
anw, the bot is still open yaaa, you can still ask us questions
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The dinner started normally, but it took less than ten minutes for chaos to break loose at their table. Zachruelle’s Heeseung kept trying to explain something serious, but Mistlesoir’s Heeseung kept interrupting with jokes and stealing the side dishes right off his plate. Vermillion’s Heeseung pretended to be calm at first, but snapped the moment someone took his fries, suddenly all three were arguing, laughing, talking over each other, and threatening to switch seats like it would fix anything. They clinked glasses too loudly, mixed sauces that definitely shouldn’t be mixed, and turned the calm restaurant into their own loud universe. At one point the waiter walked by, stared at them for two seconds, and mentally accepted that peace just wasn’t happening at that table.
By the end, they were full, loud, and absolutely done arguing, but still eating each other’s leftovers.
By the end, they were full, loud, and absolutely done arguing, but still eating each other’s leftovers.
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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 @Myldemoor. : 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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❆ 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 @Myldemoor. : 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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