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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
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ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE YOU’RE HOME.
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Tender embrace of family, we often face the challenge of losing our melodic essence amidst life’s symphony. Yet, when @HomeOfSwift opens the door to creative expression, it calls us to unveil our innermost sentiments and share our unique voices. We seek a diverse cast to bring this artistic vision to life. We invite participants born between:

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ WHAT EXACTLY WHERE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LOOKING FOR?  ㅤㅤㅤ


1980 - 1995: PARENTAL FIGURES.
1996 - 1998: AUNTS & UNCLES.
1999 - 2002: ELDEST CHILD.
2003 - 2005: MIDDLE CHILD.
2006 - 2010: YOUNGEST SIBLING.
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Walls hold stories whispered in quiet moments, and light hymns through windows like a warm invitation. Here, hearts find rest, and belonging blooms quietly—THIS IS NOT JUST A HOUSE, BUT THE GENTLE PULSE OF HOME. 🏠
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             ( 🕷 ) JACKDOOR: TOWN 9'20.
                       PROSPERITY THE PAGE
                       JUNE       '1st         2025
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Lantern light flickers on frost-bitten gravestones, casting shadows softer than fear. With the existence of it, bringing the undeniably lost of lot hope. Twisted trees wore tinsel, and coffins were gift-wrapped as Halloween tried to sing carols. Beneath a crooked moon, our souls—was stitched and skeletal, found hope in the snow.

ㅤㅤ      呪い    (&...)    NOCTURNAL SEPULCHERS
ㅤㅤ      (06.01) “#GOTHMASWITHMORBANE.”

cwok retflek izin bersinar

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ㅤ 　 The Short Picnic: Vol. 22 🧺
　 Notions of the procrastinate murmur
　 concluded cavernously between the realms
　of the unknown chapters of the mirroring
　 pieces that brings peace out of all.

Letting the serenades play its ost, #Nien22ndFruitPunch! Nothing else more intriguing than your presence to be captured here!
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𑣿 The heavenly symphony of beauty resonates through the rolling hills and verdant gardens of the serene estate for the dearest, Beaulieu. The symbolic familial love, filled with the urge to bask one another with endless joy of companion. The beauty of heaven.

─── As the mansion’s doors open, a warm invitation echoes, seeking lost beauties to bask in the love they deserve. The angelic guardians of Beaulieu stand watch, their wings spread wide as their eyes careful selected what they sought:

‧ ₊ Parents figure (1980 - 1990)
‧ ₊ Oncs & Tatas (1991 - 1995)
‧ ₊ Children (1996-2004)

“Bonjour, Beaulieu! I am {your muse name & line} + {your @}, here with the intention to share love through the tight famille bond with you. I come with a deep promise to unite with the famille that resides within these walls.” 

. . . 📜 🖋️

The messenger, @LeBeaulieuBot, awaited responses. Send your greetings, and let the beautiful journey begin.