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 @Jupngwon—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: Everyone Adores You (at least i do) by Matt Maltese. 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,
M-K. 🖤

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, @rwonhee, 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: Lay It All 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,
Eyik.

Berhubung ini shift terakhir dievent Delaire kali ini, kuy kirim loveletter kalian yang banyak ke @Delaireventbot sampe selesai gyus. Jangan lupa perhatiin TnC nya, Delaves! (https://t.me/TheDelaire/14121). Kalau bingung, bisa intip contoh dari kita (https://t.me/TheDelaire/14123). Kirim yang banyak!

SEND ATAU DIKEJAR JIHOON DELAIRE

Nanti Jihoon kami fungkot.

Yuk RAMEIN SHIFT TERAKHIR BIAR MERIAAHH

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 @Produksj—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: Soft Spot — Keshi. 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,
Yours, Shaluné.

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, @Soobiez, 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: Hydrangea Love. 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,
Fitzgerald, D. 🪐

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 @TheDenKost, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Cinta. 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,
Gee.

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 @zhiyucuih, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Castle On The Hills. 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,
Imut sedunia, G

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, @TheDelaire, 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: Birds Of A Feather. 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,
Delaire's Gawon

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 @wdanielle, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Juwita. 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,
Loveliest Gawon <3

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 @gtwon, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Paradise. 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,
Delune Est.

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, @TheDelaire, 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,
Your Leean.

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 @Dongrman—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: Infinitely Falling. 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,
Cui Zhiyu.

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, @sohej, 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: Best Friend. 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,
Chiesa!

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, @Eunseoky, 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: Our Last Summer. 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,
Chiesa ^____^

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, @wasvivienne @Phpainon, 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: Birds Of a Feather. 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,
Your lil bro.