The melody begins to play “Wonderwall" amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @RogueLorth constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Lorth's.

That's all for the Fourth and last session for the day. Many thanks for making this opening session such a lively affair. Every letter sent will always receive a return letter, as a sign of our regard for one another. Stay tuned for our session tomorrow that'll be held only 2 times. 🍂

Our event is now officially open! Go on, send lots of entries to @.
Don’t forget to check the T&Cs, Delaves! (https://t.me/TheDelaire/26820). If you’re unsure, you can take a look at our examples in the comments section for each set of rules. For those who aren’t taking part, this is for the people who are special to you >_<

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @enamouries found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “thank you for becoming a part of this gallery of memories. may every laugh we shared stay with you, even after the autumn leaves have fallen.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Zivvy. ♡

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @ChromeJeans found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Our time together is a treasure to be cherished, and the treasures you bring into my life are so meaningful and precious to me. May we always be together, through every season, as storms pass and come again. ” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Novabun.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @petrifhor found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Thank you for staying with me, Pi. For always being there for me, and always hearing me out. You’re the best.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Naka.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @Axelodt found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Don't be too Hard on Yourself, This Is Your First Time Living Too.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Dede.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @myunrg found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “I'd love to hold your hand until forever, for I give all my love to you.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Your love.

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @myunrg upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Nakeev Rylvan.

The melody begins to play “ Those Eyes ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @myunrg constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Your dearest, Naki's.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @DropTheScythe found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Thank you for being here and let's be together for a long long time.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
🩵🐬.

The melody begins to play “ Count on Me ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @Teenbo1i constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Marion

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @woonhakj found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “May the carved love in our heart stays deep in every ticking time of our life” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Your little one ¿?

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @delaireyuha upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Athmar. 😎

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @COURAJAEOUS found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Thank you for always being the home everyone dreamt of, i hope we'll always bond like it's the last day on earth” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Oxhoney

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @TheDenKost upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Separuh Nafas Kalian

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @KinOfGreesacht found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Every memory we created is a masterpiece worth keeping. May this warmth stay with you, in every season” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
Caravaggio.