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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 >_<

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, @Seofngwu found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “Thank you for choosing me. I'm so lucky to have you, and I'll never stop being grateful for your love.” 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,
MH ♥️.

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

Your pen pal,
One Of Us.

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, @RYUJZN found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “time changes, memories remain cherished by us” 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,
REM.

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, @RyuOnJeans found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “good old days, great memories. Snapshot of the best times” 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,
Damage Jeans.

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

Your pen pal,
REM.

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

Your pen pal,
Damage Jeans.

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 BloodVeil.

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.