Our Second Chapter: Reforestation.

The broken will grow, the lost will return, yet the damaged will not simply recover. An unfeigned unity, solidarity, and devotedness are required to repair, rebuild, as well as to heal the wreckages. As it occurs to one’s home, no one can save the remnants but the love of family being intertwined. Thereupon, no matter how tremendous the hurricane may storm, remain having a firm grip to the place you belong to; stay with them. Be grateful for their presence, for the love that fills up the house, for the warm embrace and cups of chocolate that are always granted. Family always comes first. It is what matters the most. Cherish them.

As we have conquered the darkness and brought ourselves back into the light, we delightedly announce that The Hearst is now accepting mutual requests again. Kindly contact our housemaid, @TheHearstBot, to help you get in touch with the family members! We’re excited. 🤍

The Third Chapter: Welcome to Our Treehouse. * ･ﾟ✧ 🌿🧺 🍄

What used to be void, was befriended by the dusts, and sunk within endless gloom, has now been fondly healed. More devout hearts and sincere souls are intertwined—amalgamated into one, engraving the most beautiful tale of life, a memory full of wonder. As a reward for being able to conquer the phases unitedly, the deities granted them a precious gift: a space for an essential lodging. Humongous tree; supported by its resilient roots and branches, with an orchestra of greeneries that yields serenity on top, and certainly, the well-built treehouse which they simply embrace. Beneath the wooden ceiling is where the magic happens.

“It didn’t matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.”
— Peter Buffett.
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