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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 @TheWilkins, @GhostOfMorthen, @HeartSteallar, and @Roesjad. : 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 @TheWilkins, @GhostOfMorthen, @HeartSteallar, and @Roesjad. : 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 TWIENBON.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
& “.. 𖣂 : ”E$C∆PE ?¿ ( *
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.🔪
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
& “.. 𖣂 : ”
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑺, 1939
When the dominion of Men quavered beneath bellicose murmuration and the firmament above Kansas refused repose, there subsisted a parcel unindexed by chronicle nor sanctified by map.
“🔮” HEREIN IS SPOKEN THE
ㅤㅤ FIRST TURNING OF
ㅤㅤ THE WIND ...
ㅤ By word long spoken and
wind long waited, the Gate
ㅤ is now unsealed.
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ BLOODWARD CIRCLE,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ FIRST HEIR LINE,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ MIDBORN ORDER,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ EMBERKIN,
Seeking the remaining asterism whereby the Ozian cosmogyral may attain its zenith. Let the registry of Taken Seats be consulted with due exactitude, that no designation be omitted upon the Luteous Path.
ㅤ Thereafter, consign thy
ㅤ particulars unto the
ㅤ Custodian of the Wind,
ㅤ @Steinwaldsbot, that the
ㅤ record be inscribed where
ㅤ storms are counted and
ㅤ doors are weighed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑺, 1939
When the dominion of Men quavered beneath bellicose murmuration and the firmament above Kansas refused repose, there subsisted a parcel unindexed by chronicle nor sanctified by map.
“🔮” HEREIN IS SPOKEN THE
ㅤㅤ FIRST TURNING OF
ㅤㅤ THE WIND ...
ㅤ By word long spoken and
wind long waited, the Gate
ㅤ is now unsealed.
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ BLOODWARD CIRCLE,
(1994-1999)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ FIRST HEIR LINE,
(2000-2003)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ MIDBORN ORDER,
(2004-2006)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ EMBERKIN,
(2007-2011)Seeking the remaining asterism whereby the Ozian cosmogyral may attain its zenith. Let the registry of Taken Seats be consulted with due exactitude, that no designation be omitted upon the Luteous Path.
Salutations, Steinwald! Herewith is tendered a sidereal petition, born of inward inclination, seeking admittance into the ongoing passage. I present myself under a chosen sigil—(Your Full name, @.Username)—set forth in the likeness of (Your Muse, Line). With due reverence, I submit this claim in hope of occupying a sanctioned seat, should the augury permit.ㅤ Thereafter, consign thy
ㅤ particulars unto the
ㅤ Custodian of the Wind,
ㅤ @Steinwaldsbot, that the
ㅤ record be inscribed where
ㅤ storms are counted and
ㅤ doors are weighed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙃:
ㅤㅤGOLD EYED, TEETH BARED,
ㅤㅤAN ODDLY SANCTIFIED SOUL,
ㅤㅤ(#HowlOfWyrmharrow) 𖦏
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ /
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEngraved herein, the sacred
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤantecedent, under the tect
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeadow. Hark their strident
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhowl and the virile adhesion
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤingrained in their hale blood.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙃:
ㅤㅤGOLD EYED, TEETH BARED,
ㅤㅤAN ODDLY SANCTIFIED SOUL,
ㅤㅤ(#HowlOfWyrmharrow) 𖦏
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ /
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEngraved herein, the sacred
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤantecedent, under the tect
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeadow. Hark their strident
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhowl and the virile adhesion
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤingrained in their hale blood.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(ETERNAL TWILIGHT.) 🪝ㅤㅤ
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cranberries soufflé brimmed in
blissful sugars to kissycream! ⋆⑅˚₊ 🧁
‧꒷꒦🍰˚꒱ cherry-on-top tarte enfolds within eudaemonia @kissycream, where the tilted roof perceived elation winds once a persistent sweet scent filled innate wooden house. opting other pâtissière to enliven this house:
buttercream poured in the bowl once this hearty place is ready to chance upon lilac mirage. leave a note while hands are full of canelé. ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
cranberries soufflé brimmed in
blissful sugars to kissycream! ⋆⑅˚₊ 🧁
‧꒷꒦🍰˚꒱ cherry-on-top tarte enfolds within eudaemonia @kissycream, where the tilted roof perceived elation winds once a persistent sweet scent filled innate wooden house. opting other pâtissière to enliven this house:
merely belong to park jiwoo or known as kya park!
buttercream poured in the bowl once this hearty place is ready to chance upon lilac mirage. leave a note while hands are full of canelé. ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
when mille-feuille sends an epistle, you may wish them a note to @kissycreambot! we're ready to meet another pâtisserie while coveted for indulgence dillydally inside of the chalet. ⋆🍮༉‧₊˚.sweet greetings! i, (name + @) desired to be part of your kissycream pâtisserie. i'll be making scrumptious desserts to make everyone over the moon, instantly.
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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 @TheMorseviic, @Rocheveily @PoshMagz, @The19sClub, and @Heeliarch : 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 @TheMorseviic, @Rocheveily @PoshMagz, @The19sClub, and @Heeliarch : 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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