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𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ  𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄


ㅤ  ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ  carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ          felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ         . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.

This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.

ㅤㅤㅤ       𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ  𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently

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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.

Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)

If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:

Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.

Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦.

ㅤㅤ ㅤVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS. 🎄☃️

Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding e’ry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.

The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise e’ry whim divulged into frost-bright air.

Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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🏁 ...BOUND BY ASPHALT (’&.) OATH WITH SOULS CONVERGE INTO A NEW BLOODLINE... ✧✧✧

Born beneath neon-lit streets and the thunder of untamed engines, this is not merely a race but a rite of passage. Steel hearts synchronize with the pulse of the city, drafting trust at impossible speeds.

« 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. »

      Stand By The Family Through Every Turn.

ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE DON, Eldest: 2000 - 2003.

ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE ENFORCER, Middle: 2004 - 2006.

ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE WILDCARD, Youngest: 2007 - 2010.

      Revved Emotions: TAKEN LIST.
      Built From Nothing, Bound By Greatness,
      We ride Together, We Fight Together,
      We Survive Together.
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Greetings, Foster Family. I, (name & username), am ready to roll in and join. My muse, (muse), born in (birthline), is geared up to ride with the crew—not just for the speed, but for the loyalty and family that define Foster.

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This road welcomes the bold, the broken, and the becoming. As new members cross its threshold, they inherit more than speed, they inherit a legacy of chosen family, bound by asphalt, sealed by trust, and driven toward forever, go through @FosterRobot.

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