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                 WRAITH OF WARMTH
                    Still Alive. Still Mine.

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We didn't arrive to retrieve or ravage, but to inspect what fortune means to those who still stand in the Borderland. Because here, fortune is just another name for survival. With decency and intent, we present OUR FIRST-EVER-EVENT. An area created not from achievement, but from retention.


TIME KEEPS TO CRUISE—BUT FIXATION NEVER PALE. BETWEEN EXISTENCE AND FORFEITURE, WE ARE STILL HOMINID: In an sphere that keeps finale, we choose to keep fixation. Through words left behind, and warmth shared.


┼── Wraith of Warmth is a halt amid the havoc. An area where messages become matins, and simple words become code that we are still existent. For those who are forfeiture, for those who reside, and for those we haven't had the moment to curtsy. Tonight, we send our fixation in the most homonid way possible: through words. Because in Borderland, even spirits have the right to feel warm. 🎴

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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *

It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.

Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Uncle (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’02–’03), calm and wise, guiding through motion; the Middle (’04–’06), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’09), bringing light where the night doth linger.

CLAIM YOUR SPOT! 🚧🛑

Yo, Sveic! I’m (Name, Muse, Line, @Username). Steppin’ in to claim the spot as (Uncle/Eldest/Middle/Youngest). If this city’s rhythm matches mine, then maybe this is where I’m meant to stay.

Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐


ㅤㅤMAY THE CITY’S HUM LEAD YOU HOME.

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ1ST OPEN GATE:
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤTHE LACHAISE FAMILIE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤDOWNTON ABBEY 🪶
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In a fable of light, to entrance a castle. Warm feels at every page and every places. Family abroad along heartless. Gate opened in the midnight, cracks widows by the coldness of the midnight, someone whisper "Come over" before take a chance, get gather on the TAKEN LIST first, the available seats:
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✱ Dame of Legacy
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1980 - 1995 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✱ Guardians of Letters
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1996 - 1998 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✱ The Feathered Heir
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1999 - 2002 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✱ Messengers of Grace
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 2003 - 2005 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✱ Scions of the Hearth
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 2006 - 2010 )
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lights unfiltered, the flowing mists in the daylight and shadows that were tied between your back soul, I agreement ( YOUR MUSE + @.USERNAME ) as (Dame of Legacy/Guardians of Letters/The Feathered Heir/Messengers of Grace/Scions of the Hearth) with the central of @TheLachaise ⌛️
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ㅤㅤ In this warm little kitchen, even
the simplest ingredients seemed to
answer, not with flavor alone, but with
a hush spun of softness, of something
almost magic, enough to explain.. ?
   

     INGREDIENTS BLOOMED.
BEHIND QUIET.
WEIGHT. OF.
ALL. UNSAID. &,..
OF UNSPOKEN.

haai good morning, delavv!3 happy saturday.. may this bright day be filled with good things, don't forget to have breakfast to start your day okok? i love you delaves cayangg🩷