ㅤㅤ 🚔📮’ (10/25) 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.

@MlNDWAVE, @OldenVeil, @TheWalst, @TheGoldenOaks, @Sjords, @CaveOfLoughrey.

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

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   𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰
     𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘗𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ\
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPumpstone Boo!

To: @TheDoucheron, my Wayne
Lanterns dotted the firmament, illuminating the dim landscape. Mages abducted wild creatures and abandoned them with nocturnal beasts in deserted cottages. Swarms of wanderers ransacked the latarans where the sacrifices were hidden, accusing each one of them of being the villainous fiend who had wiped out the entire populace of sacred creatures in this realm. The mage chuckled behind the rotting banyan tree. Uttering “𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢‌ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘮,” the mage dissolved all the wanderers and sacrifices into a mystical elixir within the cauldron.

Spooky salutations, Doucheron's Cotton, Ian. 🎃

Ping @DoucheSFSbot