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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 @CampOfLachers 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.
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 @CampOfLachers 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.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ By holm and hearth,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @MISTLESOIR
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Forwarded from SCALDEN FAMILY: The Heart Behind the Stethoscope. 🤍🩺
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ────── 🤍🩺 ──────
Within these sacred halls of compassion, the gates to our healing sanctuary now gently open wide. We warmly invite all those who carry kindness in their hearts, who wish to nurture, support, and share in the quiet power of care.
Before crossing these gates, we kindly ask you to review the TAKEN LIST to ensure your chosen role harmonizes within the delicate balance of our family’s tapestry.
This journey is one where every heart truly matters, where every healing hand offers comfort, and every step forward nurtures both growth and unity. Together, let us weave a lasting legacy. And join our Selection Group for further steps [https://t.me/+utmtY2SAwccyMjll]. This will help us keep the journey smooth and harmonious for everyone involved.
Sincerely, @TheScalden Family.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ────── 🤍🩺 ──────
Within these sacred halls of compassion, the gates to our healing sanctuary now gently open wide. We warmly invite all those who carry kindness in their hearts, who wish to nurture, support, and share in the quiet power of care.
We are currently seeking to welcome:
𖥔. A new Guardian Spirits and Bright Souls: for Children Figures between 2000–2010 liners.
Before crossing these gates, we kindly ask you to review the TAKEN LIST to ensure your chosen role harmonizes within the delicate balance of our family’s tapestry.
This journey is one where every heart truly matters, where every healing hand offers comfort, and every step forward nurtures both growth and unity. Together, let us weave a lasting legacy. And join our Selection Group for further steps [https://t.me/+utmtY2SAwccyMjll]. This will help us keep the journey smooth and harmonious for everyone involved.
Sincerely, @TheScalden Family.
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Forwarded from CHRONICLES (DISBANDED)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ⠈. ㅤⓘ BEAUTY, DESCENDETH 🎥 The Hush Of The Unforeseen ︱A Stillness Nigh Unbroken Till The Night Draweth Near.
Yet havoc doth arise (&.) the chamber of labor laid to waste, scrolls and toils cast aside, disorder weaving its curse within the hall. “We turn to the watchful eye of the crystal lens” seeking the hand that wrought this mischief and lo, naught is found. 👁
ㅤㅤOnly the whisper of the otherworld.
@Paranovrmal
Yet havoc doth arise (&.) the chamber of labor laid to waste, scrolls and toils cast aside, disorder weaving its curse within the hall. “We turn to the watchful eye of the crystal lens” seeking the hand that wrought this mischief and lo, naught is found. 👁
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNo mortal presence.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ #ScreamForChronicles ㅤㅤOnly the whisper of the otherworld.
@Paranovrmal
activity awaken, and verily, the hour is come for us to answer.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThis media is not supported in your browser
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Forwarded from UNLOCKED: 𝘚TRIKËZ.
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console.log ("STRIKEZ! GO FURTHER — TAKE IT: HERETOFORE"); ‘& $ NEVER DOZES, KARMA EXIST AND YOU STILL DOWN, UP. 👁🗨²⁴
def, common
CAN YOU HEAR ME OUT?
Karma don’t half come ‘round in a proper slick way. And that’s us, the karma itself. We ain’t ever fadin', we’ll keep shinin’ bright as ever.ㅤㅤㅤ
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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 @Myldemoor and @TheOceaniic : 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 @Myldemoor and @TheOceaniic : 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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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 @ZhouSeason and @LeclairFamilie. : 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 @ZhouSeason and @LeclairFamilie. : 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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