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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD

In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.

ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)

ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)

ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST

I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.

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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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FREEDOM IS THE FIRE THAT BURNS THE CHAINS.

ঌ / They whispered that the storm would die down. But none prepared for how long the silence would linger. In a city bruised by unseen shackles, the air thickened with edicts and hollow promises. Freedom, no longer a right, was reduced to a myth cloaked in regulation.

Every flicker of defiance was hunted, every voice tuned out in the static of enforced peace. But something still pulsed—beneath concrete and static, beneath the obedient hush, a breath held back by generations.

This isn’t a revolt, but an emergence. The flame was never dead—merely veiled. And now, it wants to speak with #BurnTheSilence. 💥

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ㅤ STILLNESS BETWEEN LAUGHS.
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Guten Morgen, Geldies. The weather this morning is so so refreshing and perfect for taking some photos. Mama Geldart just took some photos with the help of her two lil brothers. Don't forget your breakfast this morning and stay hydrated!