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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 @KasteelOfDuisterg, @ManorOfVermillion, @EternityOfIgnis, @roguelorth, @PinnacleNoire, @Skateriez, and @VonityS. : 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 night had just begun when Mistlesoir's Sanghyeon invited his friends for a night walk. Behind him, Letheris' Sungho immediately sat down right in front of the road closest to the traffic. And across there, there was Leutwin's Woonhak who was taking a picture with Mistlesoir's Hanjin, they both really enjoyed posing.

Wyrmharrow's Sanghyeon eats snacks while sitting on the side of the road, in front of him is Mistlesoir's Leeseo who is busy taking pictures alone. Ignarev's Riwoo walks down the path with Wyrmharrow's Taesan, and Mistlesoir's Seonghyeon follows him.

Next, Mistlesoir's Myungjae and Mistlesoir's Youngjae are walking around looking for snacks to eat together. That night, it was no longer just a different individual. Under the dim city sky, they become one whole unit, laughter that never stops, and simple togetherness.

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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 @MlNDWAVE, @CaveOfLoughrey, @TheWalst, and @Raisje. : 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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