[DISBAND] The HimmeFiern : Beyond of Timeless Journey.
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ใƒผ ‎ ๐œ—๐œšหš . The extended lifespan will lead us on a journey, sharing the joys and sorrows of togetherness. @HimmeFiern Nothing lasts forever but it will live on in every heart.

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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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4โค17๐Ÿ”ฅ12๐Ÿ•Š8๐Ÿ“6๐Ÿ†’4๐Ÿ’ฏ3๐Ÿ’‹3โ˜ƒ2โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ1โšก1๐ŸŽ‰1
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Blubell ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Keeper of the Legacy โ€“ Jesseiah Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

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โค17๐Ÿ”ฅ14๐Ÿ•Š11๐Ÿ“9๐Ÿฅฐ4โ˜ƒ2โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ2๐Ÿ’ฏ2โšก1๐ŸŽ‰1๐Ÿ’‹1
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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19โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ17๐Ÿ•Š15๐Ÿ”ฅ13๐Ÿ’‹11โค6๐Ÿ˜Ž6๐Ÿ“5โšก4๐Ÿพ3๐ŸŽ„3๐Ÿ†’2
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Honeysuckle ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Keeper of the Legacy โ€“ Salvias Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

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3โค15๐Ÿ“14โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ12๐Ÿ”ฅ7๐Ÿ†’6โšก5๐ŸŽ‰5๐Ÿ’‹5๐Ÿ’ฏ4๐Ÿ•Š3๐Ÿ˜Ž3
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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4โค13๐Ÿ”ฅ9๐ŸŽ‰6โšก4โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ3๐Ÿ˜3๐Ÿ“3๐Ÿ’‹3๐Ÿ˜Ž3๐Ÿ†’2๐Ÿ’ฏ1
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Anemone ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Keeper of the Legacy โ€“ Hevantheus Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€
๐Ÿ”ฅ12โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ10โค8๐Ÿ“5๐Ÿ’‹5๐Ÿ’ฏ4โšก3๐ŸŽ‰3๐Ÿ˜3๐Ÿ†’2๐Ÿ˜Ž2
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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4๐Ÿ•Š10โค8๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ†’4๐ŸŽ‰3๐Ÿ“3โšก2๐Ÿ’ฏ2๐Ÿ’‹2๐Ÿ’˜2โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ1
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€

         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Camellia ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Keeper of the Legacy โ€“ Zaydic Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€
โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ11โค8๐Ÿ”ฅ8๐Ÿ†’4โšก3๐Ÿฅฐ2๐ŸŽ‰2๐Ÿ•Š2๐Ÿ’ฏ2๐Ÿ“2๐Ÿพ1
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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7โค14๐Ÿ”ฅ8๐Ÿ†’8โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ“6๐ŸŽ‰5๐Ÿ’‹5๐Ÿ’˜5๐Ÿ•Š3๐Ÿ˜Ž3โšก2
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Marigold ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Keeper of the Legacy โ€“ Erland Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€
๐Ÿ”ฅ12โค8โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ†’4โšก3๐Ÿ’‹3๐ŸŽ„3๐Ÿ’˜3๐ŸŽ‰2๐Ÿ˜2๐Ÿ“2
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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4โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ13๐Ÿ’˜10โšก6๐Ÿ•Š4๐Ÿ’‹3โค2๐ŸŽ‰2๐Ÿ“2๐Ÿ†’2๐Ÿ”ฅ1
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Azalea ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ Heir of Spells โ€“ Sheviera Fiern.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

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โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ11๐Ÿ’˜9โค6๐Ÿ”ฅ5๐ŸŽ‰4โšก3๐Ÿ“3๐Ÿ’‹2๐Ÿ†’2๐Ÿ•Š1๐Ÿ’ฏ1
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     ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€A Spell Woven in Violets
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€In twilightโ€™s hush, the violets sing,
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยท โ”€ ยทใ€€โ˜ฝใ€€๐–ค“ใ€€โ˜พใ€€ยท โ”€ ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€The family is a tapestry of interlocking roles, similar to the strings of yarn that weave the story of life. Each role has a place, and in the balance is where the family has discovered strength-filling each other and taking steps together to the future.

ใ€€Now, them steps out not only to find something, but to understand-feeling again the traces that had long been left behind. The storms blocking their path are not barriers, but part of the journey that they must take.

ใ€€At the edge of horizon which is hidden by the snowy fog, a new adventure awaits. However, for a witch who has lived thousands of years, the journey in HimmeFiern more than steps forward. It was a journey through time, reliving memories almost forgotten.
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19๐Ÿ“35๐Ÿ”ฅ8โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ’‹6โšก5โค5๐ŸŽ‰5๐Ÿ˜5๐Ÿ’˜5๐Ÿ•Š4๐Ÿ†’4
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         ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ ไบบใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บไผšใ„็›ดใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒไบบ็”Ÿใฎ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใ€
            ใ€€ใ€€"People can always meet again.
          ใ€€  ใ€€Thatโ€™s whatโ€™s wonderful about life."


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ”€โ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹† ยท ยท โ… ยท ยท โ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”€

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ใ€€The sunset crept into the sky, shining a golden glow on the garden. Among the tenderly swaying grass, a little kid stood, the eyes sparkling as gazed at the blooming flower field. The iridescent calyx danced in the breeze, sprouting from the empty soil-a gift from the master's magic.

ใ€€In the meantime, the master was standing in silence, observing the splendour created in front of themselves. These blossoms had no power to fight, could not defend or endure for long. Yet, precisely in ephemerality lies meaning. The flowers will wither in a short time nevertheless are chosen, perhaps not for endurance but for their unpretentious charm, because of the warmth that can be felt even for a moment.


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ดพ The Secret Spells of Forget-Me-Not ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ Heir of Spells โ€“ Martijn Himme.


ใ€€ใ€€โ€ขโ˜ฝใ€€เผปยจ:ยท. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‚Šโ˜ฝใ€€โ—ฏใ€€โ˜พโ‚Š โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ .ยท:ยจเผบใ€€โ˜พโ€ข


ใ€€In a world filled with war and destruction, there's something more precious than strength-something neither destroys, nor hurts, to remind us that beauty can still be created. This magic is not about glory or majesty, rather about the leaving of subtle but meaningful traces.

For amongst the falling of calyx, the master knew that someday, the little kid would understand.

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11โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ25โค11๐Ÿ”ฅ9๐Ÿ•Š6๐Ÿ†’6๐Ÿ’˜6โ˜ƒ5โšก5๐ŸŽ‰5๐Ÿ’‹5๐Ÿ“4