Nyuk nyang sayang teman, bestie, swami, istri, keluarga segera kirimkan love letter sebelum kalian dikata fake.

Delaves kalau masih bingung boleh nanya kesini ya, pasti kita jawab kok

Yuk ikutan event setahunnya delaire, tunjukkan rasa sayang kalian ke orang terdekat kalian

Dengan ini event kami resmi buka! Yuk send yang banyak ke @ HOLD, selebihnya ke sesi selanjutnya. Jangan lupa perhatiin TnC nya, Delaves! (https://t.me/TheDelaire/14121). Kalau bingung, bisa intip contoh dari kita (https://t.me/TheDelaire/14123). Buat yang gg karena ini teruntuk orang-orang yang spesial bagi kalian >_<

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @OdWendissel as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: You Decorated My Life. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
The Little Witness. 📬♥️

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @Hurlstone, as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Slipping Through My Fingers. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Shih Tzu! 🐾

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @Caltbern, as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Count on Me. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Lukarist Calt. 🖤

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trails toward you, dear @Njaravit—as if each breeze carries your name, and every flicker of candlelight remembers your warmth. The hush of falling leaves blends with soft, lulling sounds that rest gently in this quiet moment, framed here: Lucky. This letter carries pieces of me—yearning, tender and quietly reaching for you, The Solace of Endearing Autumn is calling us, softly and sincerely

Yours in the hush between breath and longing,
(Your wifey, NF)

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trails toward you, dear @shgoiy—as if each breeze carries your name, and every flicker of candlelight remembers your warmth. The hush of falling leaves blends with soft, lulling sounds that rest gently in this quiet moment, framed here: Love. This letter carries pieces of me—yearning, tender and quietly reaching for you, The Solace of Endearing Autumn is calling us, softly and sincerely

Yours in the hush between breath and longing,
your beloved man ❤️

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @KinOfGreesacht as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Little Bit Better. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Mary Cassatt 🕊♥️.

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @TheGeldart as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Echoing forever This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
📬 Art's Ge.

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trail towards you, dear @Aemorevolous, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Slipping Through My Fingers. This heartfelt letter tethered below, pointing to a yearning fragments. The Solace of Endearing Autumn calling in a subtle and sincere way.

Yours in between autumn hush,
Lukarist Kiehr. 🖤

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trails toward you, dear @lovelacedust—as if each breeze carries your name, and every flicker of candlelight remembers your warmth. The hush of falling leaves blends with soft, lulling sounds that rest gently in this quiet moment, framed here: The Most Beautiful Thing. This letter carries pieces of me—yearning, tender and quietly reaching for you, The Solace of Endearing Autumn is calling us, softly and sincerely

Yours in the hush between breath and longing,
H, Fallner.

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @CaveOfLoughrey, as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Home. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Helio Loughrey. 🦕

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trail towards you, dear @Myunyg, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Fallen Star. This heartfelt letter tethered below, pointing to a yearning fragments. The Solace of Endearing Autumn calling in a subtle and sincere way.

Yours in between autumn hush,
Night.

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trails toward you, dear @ChenHeayi—as if each breeze carries your name, and every flicker of candlelight remembers your warmth. The hush of falling leaves blends with soft, lulling sounds that rest gently in this quiet moment, framed here: They don't know about us. This letter carries pieces of me—yearning, tender and quietly reaching for you, The Solace of Endearing Autumn is calling us, softly and sincerely

Yours in the hush between breath and longing,
📬 Your silly one ( you said )

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trail towards you, dear @cSwiefties, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Count On Me. This heartfelt letter tethered below, pointing to a yearning fragments. The Solace of Endearing Autumn calling in a subtle and sincere way.

Yours in between autumn hush,
Kapitut. 🩷

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trails toward you, dear @leelleesol—as if each breeze carries your name, and every flicker of candlelight remembers your warmth. The hush of falling leaves blends with soft, lulling sounds that rest gently in this quiet moment, framed here: Best Part. This letter carries pieces of me—yearning, tender and quietly reaching for you, The Solace of Endearing Autumn is calling us, softly and sincerely

Yours in the hush between breath and longing,
♥️