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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently

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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.

Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)

If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:

Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.

Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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THE LONGFIELDS HERALD ♘
Proclamation Of The Kinship
'& Our Foremost Open Gates.

From the highest pastures on Loughrey's estate. Afore, be known across the asylum and evergreen meadows, family is not always bound by the blood that courses through one’s veins, but also by the reins that held in warm hands and the breath that shared with steeds at dawn. Loyalty etch deep in hoofprints of our hearts. The illimitable champaigns for us makes matutinal nebulosity grasp the sward at daybreak and equine across the hilly topographies, our kin convenes—not by hereditary entitlement, but by elective horses. Our gates are not opened often. But today, the wind turns and the banners rise. And so, we say: “Come Forth!”

Cordial salute! I, (Username), feel drawn forth by the vinculum that connects as (Your Muse & Line). I present myself with deference to this house. I seek the station of (Father/Mother/Uncle/Aunty/Oldest/Middles/Youngest.) in this propinquitous lineage. Permit me retain at your portals and await your response.

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Priorly, you must conduct comprehensive perusal of our histories and taken list to discern if our ethos and methods accord with your own. Should you choose to join with us, please convey your assent through @LoughreyRobot: (Signed | Charity.)
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Chaotic and heartwarming scene! It sounds like the ultimate 04'z sleepover. arrived at Solmare's Minji, each clad in their own pajamas. We came with the best of intentions, hauling a plethoraof snacks to share. The Koko and Cece graciously yielded the living room to us, even hauling various blankets and mattresses out of Solmare's Minji storage room to create a cozy den. We allowed the youngest, Ghislaine’s Ella, to play on her gadget, albeit with strictly monitored screen time. Soon after, a streak of mischief took over; Ghislaine's Ella and Vine’s Rei began a chaotic makeover session, applying layers of makeup to Diaz’s Liz, who had unfortunately drifted off to sleep early. Meanwhile, Eldraeth’s Yunah and Duisterg’s Hikaru headed to the kitchen to whip up pancakes and cookies for a communal dinner with Duvall’s Leehan. However, the culinary venture didn't exactly end in triumph—some of the group refused to even touch the food! The kitchen was left in total shambles thanks to those three, and of course Diaz's Liz before she retreated to sleep sporting that electric blue eyeshadow. The pandemonium didn't stop there. Leutwin’s Taesan attempted to slice a watermelon, but instead of the fruit splitting in two, it was the knife that snapped in half! Hefflin’s Taesan and Eryndor’s Jiho, who were deep in a game of Monopoly and Uno, could only stare in bewildermemt. Despite the endless mishaps, the night was filled with boistereus laughter. We can only hope the Koko and Cece spare us their scoldings. It was a night of pure joy, and we hope these memories remain just as vibrant and delightful in the future!