As the twilight descends softly upon our quaint abode, the last rays of sunlight dance playfully on the frosted windows. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg from our evening’s feast. Our sisters flit about the kitchen, their laughter ringing like music as they prepare a delightful spread of hearty stew and golden-brown biscuits, each one a labor of love. In the heart of our home, our eldest sister orchestrates the evening with a gentle grace, ensuring everything is just right, while our father meanders through the rooms, calling out to his scattered brood. Some of us are bundled up in cozy blankets by the fireplace, lost in the pages of our favorite books, while others are outside, marveling at the delicate frost that blankets the garden. The Sëretti Family opens its doors wide to those who seek comfort and kinship. We extend the stately doors of our ancestral home to those seeking a kindred spirit within a loving family. Our hearth welcomes:


     The Honorable Patrons of Wisdom (1998 - 2002)
     The Pioneering Generation (2003 - 2005)
     The Blooming Generation (2006 - 2007)
The Promising Generation (2008 - 2009)

"Greetings, Sëretti! Through seasons spent in quiet reflection, I humbly wish to join your loving family. My name is (YOUR NAME), and I embody (YOUR MUSE NAME), born in (YOUR MUSE BIRTH YEAR)—and known in this grand tapestry as (YOUR @ USERNAME/ID). It is with profound joy that I present myself as your (HONORABLE / PIONEERING / BLOOMING / PROMISING )."

To step into our haven, kindly send your details to our friendly gatekeeper @SerettiBot after confirming your muse isn’t already among our cherished guests. We eagerly await your arrival!

The afternoon was full of small arguments, two stubborn hearts trying to be understood first. Words came out too fast, feelings were louder than reason. We almost said “let’s end this.” But evening arrived, and just like the sky softens at dusk, so did we. At night, we found ourselves walking together again, side by side, like we always do. Doucheron's Sungmin in a white shirt and that green cap, quiet but still warm. Wellington's Yeojun in a grey shirt and black cap, hands in pockets, but steps slowly leaning closer. We walked under the city lights, stopped by the STOP sign just to laugh, take pictures, and pretend we weren’t mad a few hours ago. The night wind was cool, but the warmth came from the simple fact that we still chose each other in the end. That was yesterday. Love-hate? Maybe. But if we end the day together, then it’s still love. Until our next night-walk.

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𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀, 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.
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