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 @Calsearth, @TheGritner, @heartedpaws, @TemuGelanggang, @Paranovrmal, and @KinofGreesacht : 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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hype kucing

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 @Treehearst. : 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 @Myungcrimson and @Thevansents. : 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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