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The night wrapped the city in soft lights as we wandered through unfamiliar streets together before the new year’s came. No rush, no plans just footsteps syncing as the year slowly came to an end. Roselain’s Minju walked with curiosity in her eyes, while Letheris’s Leean noticed the small details we almost missed.
Berthouven’s Minju and Greesacht’s Minju filled the air with laughter, making the cold feel less biting. Duisterg’s Minju stayed a little behind, quiet but grounding, like an anchor holding us together. Mistlesoir’s Minju brought warmth with every word she spoke, turning simple moments into memories. Sveic’s Minju and Caintje’s Minju walked side by side, their smiles reflecting the city lights.
Berthouven’s Minju and Greesacht’s Minju filled the air with laughter, making the cold feel less biting. Duisterg’s Minju stayed a little behind, quiet but grounding, like an anchor holding us together. Mistlesoir’s Minju brought warmth with every word she spoke, turning simple moments into memories. Sveic’s Minju and Caintje’s Minju walked side by side, their smiles reflecting the city lights.
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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 @Kheraeld, @babbymonster, @Leutwin, @CasaDeDiaz, @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @Cherrilane, @Hurlstone, @TheHefflins, @HouseOfMirth, @CasaLaDuvall, and @calmtochaos : 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 @Kheraeld, @babbymonster, @Leutwin, @CasaDeDiaz, @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @Cherrilane, @Hurlstone, @TheHefflins, @HouseOfMirth, @CasaLaDuvall, and @calmtochaos : 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
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Forwarded from MONSTAESAN: Meant to be a Monsta.
We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. Not myth nor legend; just marrow made real, sinew shaped by time and rot.
It does not gather it spreads. Breath tastes like iron, words drag behind us like chains, tearing quiet holes through flesh, and the earth stirs again; concrete splits, sigils flare uneven and burning.
This is not merely a call for admirers to marvel at. We are calling for aberrations fractured minds, splintered souls. Kin who smile at static, move with the low hum of rot, who feel most alive when things start coming apart.
Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.
If you are here, you already know. You are late. The threshold aches. The nest stirs. The maw's already open.
Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
It does not gather it spreads. Breath tastes like iron, words drag behind us like chains, tearing quiet holes through flesh, and the earth stirs again; concrete splits, sigils flare uneven and burning.
This is not merely a call for admirers to marvel at. We are calling for aberrations fractured minds, splintered souls. Kin who smile at static, move with the low hum of rot, who feel most alive when things start coming apart.
I'm (name & username). I want to become part of @Monstaesan, and I'm ready to go through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration.Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.
If you are here, you already know. You are late. The threshold aches. The nest stirs. The maw's already open.
Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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