The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
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STIRRED BENEATH SNOWLIGHT | πŸ—οΈβ„οΈ
A quiet bloom beneath fir and frost: where the hush of yuletide lingers, and garlands cradle forgotten vows, @MistlesoirFiles.

@MistlesoirBot, & @MistleSFSBot.
Mistlebound 1998 β€” Mistlesoir Household.
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Okkk slmt mlam, yg mau digenjrengin bleh mampir yaπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰
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Misty
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          β† THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
      γ…€    BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT

γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."

γ…€γ…€β”€β”€β”€β”€βˆ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." β˜† 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 @CampOfLachers, @Caelthwynn, and @Dreadstrange.: 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.

       γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€  By holm and hearth,
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@MISTLESOIR

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γ…€γ…€γ…€The energy is fast, bold, addictive.
γ…€γ…€γ…€But it’s not distant. (23/02/26)

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Today, Cherrilane’s Leehan came over with two grocery bags like it was the most normal thing in the world. He said he had something planned and went straight to my kitchen, pulling out the utensils without hesitation. He’s used to doing thisβ€”showing up just to cook and eat togetherβ€”so I simply let him take over.

He decided to make tomato spaghetti, which instantly made my day. I, Mistlesoir’s Taesan, tried to help but only managed to create minor chaos, so I stepped aside and watched instead. There’s something quietly captivating about him when he’s focused, moving with that calm certainty. When the spaghetti was done, we ate side by side at the dining table. Nothing special, just simple blissβ€”but somehow, that felt like more than enough.
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