Under a golden twilight sky, Frieren stood on a cliff, gazing at the distant horizon. A gentle breeze blew, bringing memories of hundreds of years that had passed. Her journey was not yet complete. Her final destination was now closer-Auréole, the place where she promised to see Himmel once more, even though the hero was long gone.

　　Their footsteps returned to the journey that had begun decades ago. This time, it is not just a quest for magic, but a journey to understand what memories mean, what separation means, and whether an elf who lived thousands of years can truly understand the weight of loss.  


            𓏲 ๋࣭ 𖥧 ࣪ ˖  Png Ver ꒰˘𝓐uréole˘꒱
            𓏲 ๋࣭ 𖥧 ࣪ ˖ Animated Ver ꒰˘𝓐ubërst˘꒱


⸙　:　 In the distance, the snow-covered city of Aurole came into view. And there, at the silent altar, the memories of Himmel wait to be encountered once more.  ࣪˖ ִ


　　　　　·　 · ─　 ·　𖥸　·　 ─ ·　 ·


Many thanks to the awesome design by one of our middle brothers, Park Gunwook who created a design that suits us. Participating in this matter will also enter into the memories of countless people, so lets make memories together by enlivening this thingー shall we learn flower magic collectively? @HimeirnBot is here to lend a hand, we will gladly accept your sweet wishes and challenges about flower magic.

#HimmeFiernTowardsAuréole
Being alive means having someone know about you and remember you, just a little is enough.
It would be good to change someone’s life.

　　　

　　　　
   
　確かに小さな人助けだ。
　きっとこんなことをしたって世界は変わらない。
　でも僕は目の前で困っている人を見捨てるつもり
　はないよ。

　Surely it’s a small act of kindness.
　Surely even if you do something like this the world won’t
　change.
　But I have no intention of abandoning someone in need
　right in front of me.


　　　THE HIMMEFIERN'S
　　   TIMELESS JOURNEY
　　　　　STARTED.

　　　

　　
　　The wind raged wildly, whipping the snowy land that stretched infinitely. The gray sky was gloomy, as if it wanted to swallow the world in eternal silence. Amongst the freezing cold gusts, a golden-haired wizard strides undaunted, robes fluttering wildly, buffeted by the raging storm. 

　　　　　　　✦•┈  ⋅⋯  ⚜️  ⋯⋅   ┈•✦

Each step was heavy, the snow piled knee-deep slowing the movement. But did not stop. Footprints were erased in seconds, like a shadow of the past slowly fading away. However, the memories they carried remained firmly in mind, unable to be erased by time or even the strongest storms. 

Behind, two young figures tried to follow, their bodies swallowed by the whiteness of the storm. Their breathing was labored, contrasting with the witch's calm stride that was unfazed by the biting cold. There was no warmth in this place, only deafening silence and the swish of the wind that signaled how small they were before nature. 

The towering mountains bore silent witness to a journey long gone. In the past, in this place, They had walked with someone. However back then, didn't really feel the chill of the wind or the fatigue of the journey. It was only after time passed and everything turned into memories that they're began to realize the meaning of every step they had taken together.


　⊱  ۫ ׅ ✧　I’ll carry your memory into the future, too
　　　　  @TheHimmeFiern.
　　　　
   　　

　　　　    

     　　　　　A Spell Woven in Violets
　　　　In twilight’s hush, the violets sing,
　　　　Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

　　　　　　·　 · ─ ·　☽　𖤓　☾　· ─ · 　·

　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.

　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.

　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.
　　　　
　　

　　　　　　　　　　

         　　「 人は何度でも出会い直せる。
　　　　それが人生の素晴らしいところだ。」
            　　"People can always meet again.
          　  　That’s what’s wonderful about life."

　　　　　　─━━━━ ⋆ · · ❅ · · ⋆ ━━━━─

　　
　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.

　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.


　　　　　﴾ The Secret Spells of Jade Vine ﴿‏
　　　　Obscure Patriarch – Jaehaerys Himme.


　　•☽　༻¨:·. ──── ₊☽　◯　☾₊ ──── .·:¨༺　☾•


　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.

　　　　　 　

　　　　    

     　　　　　A Spell Woven in Violets
　　　　In twilight’s hush, the violets sing,
　　　　Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

　　　　　　·　 · ─ ·　☽　𖤓　☾　· ─ · 　·

　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.

　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.

　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.
　　　　
　　

　　　　　　　　　　

         　　「 人は何度でも出会い直せる。
　　　　それが人生の素晴らしいところだ。」
            　　"People can always meet again.
          　  　That’s what’s wonderful about life."

　　　　　　─━━━━ ⋆ · · ❅ · · ⋆ ━━━━─

　　
　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.

　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.


　　　　　﴾ The Secret Spells of Iris ﴿‏
　　　　The Alchemist Uncle – Shoren Himme.


　　•☽　༻¨:·. ──── ₊☽　◯　☾₊ ──── .·:¨༺　☾•


　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.

　　　　　 　

　　　　    

     　　　　　A Spell Woven in Violets
　　　　In twilight’s hush, the violets sing,
　　　　Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

　　　　　　·　 · ─ ·　☽　𖤓　☾　· ─ · 　·

　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.

　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.

　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.
　　　　
　　

　　　　　　　　　　

         　　「 人は何度でも出会い直せる。
　　　　それが人生の素晴らしいところだ。」
            　　"People can always meet again.
          　  　That’s what’s wonderful about life."

　　　　　　─━━━━ ⋆ · · ❅ · · ⋆ ━━━━─

　　
　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.

　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.


　　　　　﴾ The Secret Spells of Lily ﴿‏
　　　　Aunt Nocturna – Yessica Fiern.


　　•☽　༻¨:·. ──── ₊☽　◯　☾₊ ──── .·:¨༺　☾•


　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.

　　　　　 　

　　　　    

     　　　　　A Spell Woven in Violets
　　　　In twilight’s hush, the violets sing,
　　　　Soft whispers laced with spells of spring.

　　　　　　·　 · ─ ·　☽　𖤓　☾　· ─ · 　·

　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.

　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.

　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.
　　　　
　　

　　　　　　　　　　

         　　「 人は何度でも出会い直せる。
　　　　それが人生の素晴らしいところだ。」
            　　"People can always meet again.
          　  　That’s what’s wonderful about life."

　　　　　　─━━━━ ⋆ · · ❅ · · ⋆ ━━━━─

　　
　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.

　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.


　　　　　﴾ The Secret Spells of Wisteria ﴿‏
　　　　Keeper of the Legacy – Russeleis Himme.


　　•☽　༻¨:·. ──── ₊☽　◯　☾₊ ──── .·:¨༺　☾•


　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.