[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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         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 Clovers ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Child of the Sun โ€“ Seveirent 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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๐Ÿ”ฅ9โค7๐Ÿ˜4โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ2๐Ÿ˜‡2๐ŸŽ„2๐Ÿ’˜2โ˜ƒ1๐Ÿ•Š1๐Ÿ’‹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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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 Hydrangea ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Child of the Sun โ€“ Kanazy 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ค11๐Ÿ”ฅ8โšก4๐Ÿ’ฏ4โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ3๐Ÿ“3๐Ÿพ3๐ŸŽƒ3๐Ÿฅฐ2๐Ÿ•Š2๐ŸŽ‰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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         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 Blossom ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Child of the Sun โ€“ Shavanya 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ค9๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ†’5โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ4โ˜ƒ3๐Ÿ“3๐Ÿ•Š2๐Ÿ’ฏ2๐Ÿ˜˜2๐Ÿฅฐ1๐Ÿ’‹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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         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 Sunflower ๏ดฟ‏
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€Child of the Sun โ€“ Cyaily 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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๐Ÿ”ฅ6๐Ÿ˜6โค5๐Ÿ†’4๐Ÿ•Š3โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ2๐Ÿ’˜2
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ใ€€ใ€€"Time does not change us.
ใ€€ใ€€ It only reveals who we truly are."

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œๆ™‚้–“ใฏๆˆ‘ใ€…ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€  ใŸใ ๆœฌ่ณชใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ใณไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ใ€


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยท ใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ ใ€€ยทใ€€๐–ฅธใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€ ยท

ใ€€Serie, the ancient elven mage, had watched centuries pass like ripples on a still pond, untouched and unmoved. As the head of the Continental Magic Association, she stood at the pinnacle of magical knowledge, her power and wisdom revered by mages across the land. Yet, despite her vast understanding of the arcane, she remained bound by strict logic, seeing the fleeting lives of mortals as little more than passing moments, too brief to be of consequence.
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ใ€€ใ€€"Statues are nice and all, but I'd rather
ใ€€ใ€€be remembered in someone's heart."

ใ€€ ใ€Œ้Š…ๅƒใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€
ใ€€ใ€€่ชฐใ‹ใฎๅฟƒใซๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ๆ–นใŒใšใฃใจใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใ€


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยท ใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€๐–ฅธใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€ ยท

ใ€€Himmel, the hero of legend, was more than just a warrior who vanquished the Demon Kingโ€”he was a man who truly lived. With a radiant smile and an unwavering heart, he led his companionsโ€”Frieren, the ageless elf mage; Eisen, the stalwart dwarf warrior; and Heiter, the wise yet mischievous priestโ€”on a journey that shaped history.
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ใ€€ใ€€"Warriors donโ€™t just live for battle.
ใ€€ใ€€ We live to find a reason to stop."

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œๆˆฆๅฃซใฏๆˆฆใ†ใŸใ‚ใซ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใ‚‹็†็”ฑใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ€


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€๐–ฅธใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ ใ€€ยท ใ€€ยท

ใ€€Kraft, the wandering dwarf warrior, had long since laid down his axe, but the weight of his past still lingered in his eyes. A veteran of countless battles, he had once fought with the strength and fury of his kind, yet time had tempered his blade and his heart alike. Now, he sought neither glory nor war, only the quiet solitude of a remote village, where the echoes of his past no longer reached him.
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ใ€€ใ€€"Goodbyes are always sudden.
ใ€€ใ€€ Thatโ€™s why you have to cherish the time you have."

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œๅˆฅใ‚Œใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚็ช็„ถใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๅคงๅˆ‡ใซใ—ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใ€


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€๐–ฅธใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€ ยท

ใ€€Frieren, the elven mage who once walked beside legends, watched as time claimed her companions one by one. To her, centuries passed like fleeting moments, and the faces she traveled with became memories before she could fully grasp their meaning. She had lived for over a thousand years, yet she never truly understood the humans who fought and laughed beside her.
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ใ€€ใ€€"I donโ€™t need to be the strongest.
ใ€€ใ€€ I just want to protect the people I care about."

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œๆœ€ๅผทใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ๅคงๅˆ‡ใชไบบใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ€


ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ยทใ€€ ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€๐–ฅธใ€€ยทใ€€ โ”€ใ€€ ยทใ€€ ยท

ใ€€Stark was born into a world of expectationsโ€”trained to be a warrior, yet haunted by fear. As the apprentice of Eisen, the legendary dwarf warrior, he was taught the ways of battle, but deep inside, he struggled with self-doubt. Unlike the heroes of old, Stark did not see himself as strong; he ran from fights, afraid of failing those who depended on him.
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ใ€€ใ€€"Discipline, patience, and a steady heart
ใ€€ใ€€โ€”thatโ€™s what it takes to be a true mage."

ใ€€ใ€€ใ€Œ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใซๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใฏใ€
ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€่ฆๅพ‹ใจๅฟ่€ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆบใ‚‹ใŒใชใ„ๅฟƒใงใ™ใ€‚ใ€


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ใ€€Fern was a child of war, born into a world that had already taken everything from her. Orphaned at a young age, she knew loss before she ever knew comfort. But in the midst of despair, a wandering priest extended a handโ€”Heiter, the man who would raise her, teach her, and give her a reason to keep moving forward.
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