Good afternoon! Today, I, Delaireβs Asa, spent the day with Clardforgeβs Yeojun under the warm sunlight and gentle breeze! We visited a strawberry farm, had lunch together, and took photos for each other to keep as memories. It was a really lovely (and slightly tiring) day, but we wrapped it up perfectly with some ice cream and relaxing in the shade of a big, leafy tree. Hope your day was just as sweet as ours! ππΏπ¦
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Good afternoon, Delav! π©΅π
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good eve, delaves! do i look good with my new hair style? :DD
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β£γ € autumnal poetry: (ii) βββ diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
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γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β 15.50 βhappiness.
γ € ( .. ) βββ happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ββββββββββββββββββββ
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €sincerely, @TheDelaire.
β£γ € autumnal poetry: (ii) βββ diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
γ €οΌ πγ €Full of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@Godrict, @TheHowarth, @Altefiore, @PromiseSeason, @KissOfLoove, @luzveris, @SartreFamille, @GuerreroFamillia, @Eeljes, @HerdOfDauvignon, @LeBeaulieu, @BURNIIZE.). transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €.. sparkling night. pocket, γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Ancient O'clock.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β 15.50 βhappiness.
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It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €sincerely, @TheDelaire.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. π¦π£.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
βWhat is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?β
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to allβonly to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
β The PARENTS (1980β1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
β The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007β2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. π¦π£.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
βWhat is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?β
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to allβonly to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
β The PARENTS (1980β1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
β The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007β2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
βI am (NAME, USERNAME)βdrawn not by longing, but by something heavier. On the night of (MUSE, BIRTH YEAR), I did not stumble. I answered. I walked into the night not to escape, but to returnβto where my shadow was already waiting.βSend your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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