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ㅤㅤ { 𑁍 } ׂ THE MAJESTIC KIN JUBILATION
THE BANQUET OF GRACE UNFOLDS ANEW
ETCHED IN THE QUIET DEPTHS OF TIME
A TAPESTRY OF SPLENDOR WHOLE
In the shadowed depths of eventide’s grace, the kin of the black swan gather in shadowed grace, their goblets gleaming beneath the moon's soft gaze. A feast of lace and mystery awaits, as whispers weave in the hallowed hall. To thee, @Godrict, @PromiseSeason, @TheHowarth, @HerdOfDauvignon, @SartreFamille, @GuerreroFamillia, @LeBeaulieu, @Altefiore, @Eeljes, @luzveris, @KissOfLoove , we raise our hearts and blessings, like silver rain upon thy name. As the black swan soars this night, our loyalty endures, steadfast and true.
"let this feast in honor stand a gathering
wrought by timeless hand, where kin of
midnight’s shadowed line celebrate in
darkened shine!” (...)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🪶.. ) with reverent heart
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheEldraeth
THE BANQUET OF GRACE UNFOLDS ANEW
ETCHED IN THE QUIET DEPTHS OF TIME
A TAPESTRY OF SPLENDOR WHOLE
In the shadowed depths of eventide’s grace, the kin of the black swan gather in shadowed grace, their goblets gleaming beneath the moon's soft gaze. A feast of lace and mystery awaits, as whispers weave in the hallowed hall. To thee, @Godrict, @PromiseSeason, @TheHowarth, @HerdOfDauvignon, @SartreFamille, @GuerreroFamillia, @LeBeaulieu, @Altefiore, @Eeljes, @luzveris, @KissOfLoove , we raise our hearts and blessings, like silver rain upon thy name. As the black swan soars this night, our loyalty endures, steadfast and true.
"let this feast in honor stand a gathering
wrought by timeless hand, where kin of
midnight’s shadowed line celebrate in
darkened shine!” (...)
────── 〔✿〕──────
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🪶.. ) with reverent heart
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheEldraeth
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
“I am (NAME, USERNAME)—drawn not by longing, but by something heavier. On the night of (MUSE, BIRTH YEAR), I did not stumble. I answered. I walked into the night not to escape, but to return—to where my shadow was already waiting.”
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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Forwarded from Gemini Byte: #Gem21Upshot.
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ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THECØDE. 💥🎮
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
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ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THE
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
Xoxo. +666!
Juvenile folk measure contemporary style ‘Thus startling BLÄST. 𓆩⋆𓆪ㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #GoldenTicketForMingi
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* ׁ 𓈒
━━━━━━ THETHIRST
. . . IN THEHEAT ━━ 𖤝 ━━
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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* ׁ 𓈒
THE GLASS OF
🍸━━━━━━ THE
HAS BEEN BROKE, DROPPING OFF SWEET
DRIPS (‘ꗃ,) OF SUMMER TIDE
.. . . IN THE
𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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1. Kemungkinan
2. Kemungkinan
Kemungkinan pendek
Kmgknn
Kemungkinan panjang
Kkkkeeeemmmmuuunnnggggkkkiiinaaaannnnnn
Kemungkinan kecilnya
ᵏᵉᵐᵘⁿᵍᵏⁱⁿᵃⁿ
Dan kemungkinan besar
K E M U N G K I N A N
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There was no grand intention behind it, just the quiet pull of an afternoon unfolding gently; the kind of day that hums rather than shouts, where time moves like water and soft things are allowed to linger. We didn’t seek meaning. We simply wandered, letting stillness settle around us like an old, familiar song. Somewhere between the winding paths and half laughed stories, it became simply us; Eldraeth’s Anna, Schouvert’s Jeemin, Eldraeth’s Leesol, and Calsearth’s Pharita not as names, but as people sharing something small and quiet and whole. Nothing spectacular happened. The world kept turning. But within that hush, we felt it: the sacred weight of the ordinary, held briefly in our hands and carried with us, unspoken but deeply known.
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There was no grand intention behind it, just the quiet pull of an afternoon unfolding gently; the kind of day that hums rather than shouts, where time moves like water and soft things are allowed to linger. We didn’t seek meaning. We simply wandered, letting stillness settle around us like an old, familiar song. Somewhere between the winding paths and half laughed stories, it became simply us; Eldraeth’s Anna, Schouvert’s Jeemin, Eldraeth’s Leesol, and Calsearth’s Pharita not as names, but as people sharing something small and quiet and whole. Nothing spectacular happened. The world kept turning. But within that hush, we felt it: the sacred weight of the ordinary, held briefly in our hands and carried with us, unspoken but deeply known.
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