The afternoon began with the warm sun and a gentle breeze guiding us into the park, where the grass was fresh and green. Greesacht’s Youngjae couldn’t resist exploring with his curious energy, while Doucheron’s Ye-on struck playful poses that lit up the mood. Stahlbaum’s Jiwoo found the perfect spots to enjoy the view, always ready to capture the beauty, and Chyson’s Dohoon quietly focused on his lens, saving every candid moment. I, Dewmourne’s Kyungmin, simply sat back, enjoying the stillness and watching everyone’s joy unfold like a story in front of me.

As the hours passed, we laid out snacks, played games, and laughed until the sky shifted into golden hues. There was comfort in being together with no rush, just the sound of voices, the shuffle of cards, and the rustle of trees. It wasn’t just a picnic; it was a reminder of how simple days can turn into treasured memories with the right people. A walk, a laugh, and a little piece of happiness on the green field we’ll always remember.

hype kitaaa dong guuys! 🚖💭

🗡 Unto the denizens of Eden,

We invite angels with the greatest courage to participate in the interview competition for selection into 𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒. Before doing so, please check that you are not included in the taken list.

We seek aspirants who embody the ensuing attributes:
1. The High Guardians (1997-2000)
2. Thunderforged Guards (2001-2003)
3. Blade-bearers (2004-2006)
4. Newborn Flamewings (2007-2010)

If you meet all the requirements, you can send a letter to our soldier @Devornikovbot by copying this spell:

Hail, Dvorn! I am (name @username) as (muse & line) and I wish to participate in Dvornikov Fraternity of Assassins.

С любовью,
Guild of Dvornikov.
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Happy mensivee!

ㅤㅤ 🚔📮’ (09/17) JUBILEE IN THE
         ILLUSTRIOUS  METROPOLIS. ꯴

To the one who maneuvers through life like a silent shadow, sharp-witted, instinct-driven, and ever unbothered by the noise.  Today’s   not   just   another   mark   on   the   calendar──It’s a timestamp of how far you’ve roamed and how fiercely you’ve moved. ✶

This journey you’re on? It’s not just about survival: It’s  about  style,  strategy,  and  subtle  rebellion. It’s the way you wear intention like armor, how your energy speaks before you even move, and how the city responds when you show up. 🎇 𑣿

Here’s  to  the  momentum  you’ve  built. The quiet dominance you carry. The instinct to lead without asking for permission. You don’t chase, You choose. And today, we celebrate that.

@Delmeist, @sethlore, @MertzlanFamilia, @MonarChyson, @SylvanOth, @TheWyrmharrow.

Keep roaming. Keep ruling.
The wild bends to your rhythm.
Warm regards, @TheDoucheron.

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“Got The Look? We’ve Got The Place!”
Engraved in purposeful virtues for today as a memoir generously unfolds, in virtue of being gracefully enrolled a letter remit with outright beauty along with a pendulum that finally stopped for this phrase. Leclair with the red carpet for them to walk on the runway is now stretched to honor the relations who celebrate the sacredness of today: Eyes on them— @SylvanOth, @Delmeist, @TheDoucheron, @Sethlore, @TheVaughns, @TheWyrmharrow, @TheHansley, @MertzlanFamilia.

Chasing dreams, one step at a time for the auspicious day that they celebrated with joy, directing all their grace and delicacy to the place that was spread out with various resplendent things in it, like a company that adheres to a rooted in elegance and rising in power like modeling and art! On this propitious occasion that is spread out in a grand manner, today a grand celebration is celebrated with the elegance that is curated by The Models, for those who embrace beauty, joy and effortless grace.

Got That Bewitching Energy
      “Leclair Family”
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          ❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
      ㅤ    BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."

ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.

To @Delmeist, @TheDoucheron, @MertzlanFamilia, @TheHansley, @SylvanOth, @thevaughns, @Sethlore and @TheAusteense. : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.

       ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  By holm and hearth,
           ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ        @MISTLESOIR

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