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

Your pen pal,
Duisterg's BloodRevenant.

The melody begins to play “u + me = <3” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @Sganeom 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,
J.

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

Your pen pal,
⭐️.

The melody begins to play “Eldest Daughter” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @HouseOfMirth 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,
Evelyne Georgie.

The melody begins to play “ It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @suungchan @ianbjeong 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,
Rhylan.

The melody begins to play “ pink skies ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @tonkuno 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,
R.

The melody begins to play “ You'll Be in My Heart ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @TheMarelique 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,
Marelique's Devotions.

That's all for the second session. 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 next session. 🤎

Happy girlfriend day, Delaire's Bona, Stella, Ian, Haerin, Nahyun, Wonyoung, Winter, Ye-on, Carmen, Juun, Gawon, Ahyeon, Kya, A-na, Yuha, Ella, Moka! ♥️

Our event is now officially open! Go on, send lots of entries to @ NextSession
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 >_<

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

Your pen pal,
Nyoy.

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, @Daoxxun found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Happy August, my dear love. I couldn't wait to collect beautiful memories on this month with 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,
Judson.

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

Your pen pal,
Moevisthæn.

The melody begins to play “ I Lay My Love on You ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @Jingghuan 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,
Keppi.

The melody begins to play “ Some Type Of Love ” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cosy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @woonhakj 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 bf

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