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ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡.
ㅤㅤㅤ𖤍 (𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗘𝗬: 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟)

Hey there, traveler. Can you hear it too? The quiet song of melting snow, the gentle hum of wildflowers waking up? That’s the call of spring in these mountains. If it stirs something inside you, maybe it’s time to come closer into our little haven. Here, the paths are open to:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ PARENTS (1970—1994)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ AUNCLE (1995-1999)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ│ SIBLINGS (2000—2010)

Out here, we whisper the names of the ones who wander the hills with us, a quiet list you’ll soon be a part of. If you’re ready to step into the meadow, here’s the way you introduce yourself:

Gentle greetings, Altefiore! I, (Name + Username), feel called to walk these spring paths with you. The role I carry is (Parents/Auncle/Children) and I come as (Muse + Line). I’m ready for any questions you have and to prove I belong here.

Speak it honestly, with a steady heart. Those who gather the most kindred spirits might even be chosen to stand as our next guide. Don’t wait too long. The snow’s melting and the flowers are already opening. Reach us through @AltefioreBot.
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HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?

No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.

A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.

Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:

(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)

Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:

Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.

The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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Under flickering lights and open skies, with boards cutting through quiet streets and air full of half-said dreams, motion feels like magic with no rush. the heavens unfurl in silvery compliance as the wind accepts its next courier, drifting into #KiiiKiiiNewEra❗️✴️ steady and unshaken. underneath, a chateau scintillates in patient grandeur, its halls resonant with blessedness rather than mandate. this is no dominion of superfluity, it’s a sanctum of felicitous, where gentleness is enthroned and belief is permitted to soar. emissaries of the elysium perished day-by-day, not as heroines but as custodians. their journeys were humble yet holy, each delivery a sacrament, each landing an act of devotion. here, delusion was not heresy. Too much faith? Nah! Just moving how the world moves.

📀 (Animated) BAG 4 CURB-TO-CURB MOTION!
💿 (Non-Animated) QUIET BLOCK AFTER THE BEAT DROPS!

Signs flicker, wind hits hard, and circles the block like it’s part of to dial on: [00-2601 ☎️], an anointed fulcrum of delight, charting ecstatic passage through concentric coronas of aureoled light. an unmeasured veneration streams toward @TRNDSETTEE, @lhaum, and @jiryu hierophants of stellar architecture, and toward @hyaum & @vosgeir, the transfigurative artisan whose breath inaugurated brilliance. Making the night flex with REAL–LIGHT (404_NEW). 🚺

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