The melody begins to play “ANGELS” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @RYUJZN 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,
REM.

The melody begins to play “right here” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @RyuOnJeans 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,
Damage Jeans.

The melody begins to play “I Really Want to Stay at at Your House” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @KasteelOfDuisterg 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,
Duisterg’s BloodVeil.

The melody begins to play “Ah” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @zSeungcheol 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,
Wifey.

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 @Jihoonsoul upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Cherub! :3

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 @SumpahWannaone upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Lovely 윙 ~

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 @HhiddenHaven upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Forever Staying.

The melody begins to play “ que sera sera ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @msisty 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,
Beaivy Seafloe, Your Pretty Sister

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, @Naverins found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “every little moment we share feels worth remembering, even the ones that seemed ordinary at the 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,
Carmine.

The melody begins to play “Be Yourself” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, 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,
Alessandra.

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 @HallOfReidlux upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Grim.

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 @Felmix upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Soora Sylvaren 🐼

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 @bunjny upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Soora Sylvaren 🐼

The melody begins to play “ Anything You Want ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @harammyu 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,
Athmar

The melody begins to play “ you! ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @achiquita 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,
ael

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, @Dewmourne found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “always be happy and stay here with me, i'm so lucky to meet and know you guys in my 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 Carmen.

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, @hacipukpu, @dkepang, @senonghyeon, @ahrteri, @bearmanr found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “how lucky i am to meet you guys in my life, thankyou so much for always be my best person” 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 Carmen.

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 @Carminous upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Pinkora.

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 @TheEclipzes upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Your Carmen.

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 @myldemoor upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
your koko A, Mylde.