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!

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✶ @CasaDeDiaz: SERENE IN HIS
EYES GLANCED HERE &. THERE
LIKE A (SECRET—AGENT.)

And, the earth shifted in quiet shuddering,
unseen by ordinary eyes. Subordinate of
boreal—stars wore human facade, twine
through shadows. Grey knew the phase
was no associate. The whole lot gasp,
the stripe between chasseur and hunted.

As carriage through a pace door, bleached
lights casting silver on all parts his lenses,
and, felt the weight of it all.

PREEMINENT BUSTER: 1980-1994.
They guard earth from cosmic threats.

CHAPERONE BUSTER: 1995-1999.
Undercover mission, danger lurks at night.

.. And, let's join us and join our newspaper to cooperate in secret missions. but make sure to look at the identity card TAKEN LIST before following, creatures @DiazHousebot.

Greetings, all! I am, (name + @username) warmly welcoming you, seeker of a new secret agent. i, (muse’s name + line.), am eager to join your covert missions, ready for every secret, every task. Together, let’s dive into the unknown—suit up, agent. The shadows await.

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   MERTZLAN FAMILIA, UNVEILS
THE TWOFOLD GATE. (+888)—
051725. Lenient’ Siblingshood
With Reach The Threshold. 🩸

༒ .. BEHIND VEILED LASHES:
Some wail in fractured hysteria, while others croon elegies in voiceless requiems. Dreams are no longer havens: they are gloomy hallways of the subconscious and we nest in between, roving over paths in constant flux. Through the hush of night, our voyage winds, hunted by trembling murk that spooks e’ry tread. Tasks swathed in charade are snuffed in silence, beyond a realm that grants mercy nevermore.

Greetings, Mertzlan Família. In faith of what-it-takes, I am caught up in appropriate an behalf of Mertzlan Família. I, (Your Name) takes part in sets out of (Muse, Date Of Birth). Hither's my allegiance passer @Username and I’ll hang tight until the next steps.

(&.) Send out serialisé forms to @MertzlanRobot. We bid you heed the TAKEN LIST: names afore claimed by souls who shall erelong make you theirs. This call reserved for the souls birthed BETWEEN 1997—2011. When this voice touches the hollow in your heart, know this gate exists only for those who remember what they have lost. 🎴
      

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As December unfurls its frost-kissed chapters, there comes a night where time slows and warmth gathers in unlikely places.

  Tonight, we step into that tale, beneath gentle
    lights and shared smiles—welcomed by the
           ever-merry spell of SARCHRISTMAS.

Once upon this winter evening, strangers turn into familiar faces, and familiar faces feel a little closer. The air hums with anticipation, as if the room itself is holding a secret meant only for those who choose to stay present. Listen closely, can you hear it? That’s the sound of joy arriving softly, without ceremony.

                    Add your voice to the Tunes of Love.
                 Thaw the year’s edge with song.
              Take a Kissmas Postcard.
           Write what needs saying.
        And, winter listens.

Settle in.
Tell a tale. Start a new one.
Welcome to Sarchristmas—where cheer glows softly, hearts gather like embers, and winter feels less cold when shared. And if this night becomes a memory you revisit long after December fades, well, that’s how you know the tale was worth telling. 🎄💌

Kisses and hugs,
Sarchner's Santas.
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