February already passed. May this March bring us abundant of happiness and smile, Sethies!
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ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳
A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @CalmToChaos @HouseOfMirth @TheDrichfeld @IshiokaKoen @Leutwin @Rustlerr @DropTheScythe @MontgoIfier @ChateauDeLenoir @TheDelaire @Aeternaals @Eirlst @TheHefflins @CasaDeDiaz @nueilofscars @VerseOfArtists @TheMystea @Kwangerines @babbymonster @Kheraeld And @Cherrilane.
The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. ﾒ
And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀
mood of the day: my cute ponytail paired with my favorite blue outfit, and i'm ready to go! (dubai chewy cookie hunting edition 🍪) 😆🫰🏼
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Forwarded from Palatinate—Yonks: Norbury’s House.
Sunlight spilled like honey across the promenade as Norbury’s Kazuha and Sethlore’s Shinyu wandered through the theme park, laughter trailing behind them like ribbons caught in the breeze. What began as a simple stroll soon turned into a quiet exchange of glances and lenses, each click a promise kept in pixels. Between rides and passing crowds, they became each other’s favorite scenery, pausing time through photographs that held more than just images. It held warmth, and the shy thrill of being seen. And so, beneath the endless sky and the hum of distant carousels, they collected moments as keepers of a day that would later live on as a gallery of them, loving quietly behind the camera. 🤍
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ᛝ 𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗
𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗦. ´ཀ 🈳
A condemned circle where revenants clutch obsolete fortunes and gnaw at fading echoes. To proceed, we eclipse their malice and cross bramble that remembers every atrocity, while the upper world flickers as fractured archives denied absolution. The pendulum has oscillated beyond recall; the festivity feels perpetual—less benediction, more an anomalous loop convened for those we shall inscribe: @BreezeNine @TheWillems @SoigneSolace @TheGalvorn @Carthwon @Wishazee @LaDimoraCarrasco
The present composes itself as a delirious chronicle—ornate, algorithmic, incessantly humming beneath each suspended hour. ﾒ
And with all the tacit iniquity we harbor,
@Sethlore. 𓂀