「 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.

　　　　　 　

　　　　    

     　　　　　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 Blubell ﴿‏
　　　　Keeper of the Legacy – Jesseiah 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 Honeysuckle ﴿‏
　　　　Keeper of the Legacy – Salvias 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 Anemone ﴿‏
　　　　Keeper of the Legacy – Hevantheus 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 Camellia ﴿‏
　　　　Keeper of the Legacy – Zaydic 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.