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THEY MOVED IN THINKING IT WAS A HOME
The House Answered Like Something Alive.
Every breath taken here feels borrowed, every silence answers back,
and the house remembers they are inside.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ STAYㅤ |ㅤ RUN
Doors settle into place with a sound too deliberate to ignore, warm light spills across unfamiliar walls, yet the shadows refuse to behave. The family fills the space with voices and footsteps, but something older presses back-listening, adjusting, claiming. Each night stretches longer than it should, wrapping their shared comfort in a tension that hums beneath the skin.
This Place Does Not Chase:
It Waits, Patient And Certain,
Knowing Fear Ripens Best When
It Feels Like Home.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤꫂ ၴႅၴ𓈒 ׂㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
SOME HOMES NEVER LET GO
FORTH-SPIRIT SOUL.
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THEY MOVED IN THINKING IT WAS A HOME
The House Answered Like Something Alive.
Every breath taken here feels borrowed, every silence answers back,
and the house remembers they are inside.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ STAYㅤ |ㅤ RUN
Doors settle into place with a sound too deliberate to ignore, warm light spills across unfamiliar walls, yet the shadows refuse to behave. The family fills the space with voices and footsteps, but something older presses back-listening, adjusting, claiming. Each night stretches longer than it should, wrapping their shared comfort in a tension that hums beneath the skin.
This Place Does Not Chase:
It Waits, Patient And Certain,
Knowing Fear Ripens Best When
It Feels Like Home.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤꫂ ၴႅၴ𓈒 ׂㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
SOME HOMES NEVER LET GO
FORTH-SPIRIT SOUL.
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(RITUAL, 202.) THE HOUSE ACCEPTED THE CANDLES-AND WOKE:
( † ) Eterally, For you..
The family stands within the circle of dim light,
yet something unseen leans closer with every flicker-listening, counting breaths, recognizing warmth as an offering rather than comfort.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE FLAME REMEMBERS
ㅤㅤㅤ UNSTEADY AWAKE
The air thickens with a hush that feels deliberate. Each glow paints unfamiliar shapes across the walls, movements that do not belong to anyone standing there. Familiar voices soften into cautious whispers as the house answers in creaks and distant murmurs. It does not rush, it coils around their closeness, tasting fear, learning devotion, waiting for the flame to falter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PRESENCEㅤ ㅤRESPONDING
“WHEN THE LIGHT CALLS-SOMETHING
ALWAYS ANSWERS”
Beneath the glow, beneath the shared fear, beneath the ritual meant to protect lies a certainty none dare speak: The invitation was understood. The house hums with quiet satisfaction, threading its presence through shadow and warmth alike. Every fading spark feeds the unseen watcher-a calm intelligence that has waited far longer than they have lived,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🩸THE LANGFORTH.
[ LIGHT—TO—INVITE..ㅤ🕯 ]ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(RITUAL, 202.) THE HOUSE ACCEPTED THE CANDLES-AND WOKE:
( † ) Eterally, For you..
The family stands within the circle of dim light,
yet something unseen leans closer with every flicker-listening, counting breaths, recognizing warmth as an offering rather than comfort.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE FLAME REMEMBERS
ㅤㅤㅤ UNSTEADY AWAKE
The air thickens with a hush that feels deliberate. Each glow paints unfamiliar shapes across the walls, movements that do not belong to anyone standing there. Familiar voices soften into cautious whispers as the house answers in creaks and distant murmurs. It does not rush, it coils around their closeness, tasting fear, learning devotion, waiting for the flame to falter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PRESENCEㅤ ㅤRESPONDING
“WHEN THE LIGHT CALLS-SOMETHING
ALWAYS ANSWERS”
Beneath the glow, beneath the shared fear, beneath the ritual meant to protect lies a certainty none dare speak: The invitation was understood. The house hums with quiet satisfaction, threading its presence through shadow and warmth alike. Every fading spark feeds the unseen watcher-a calm intelligence that has waited far longer than they have lived,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🩸THE LANGFORTH.
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Forwarded from SUNG HANBIN PROJECT
ㅤㅤ. amidst the hush of waning hours,
lingers like sugared starlight
upon drowsy hearts; tender,
luminous, && unbearably
beloved. ───༅ ㅤׄㅤ ⸼ !ㅤ
. . .
. . .
simply meant to be cherished;
gathered gently within the quiet
corners of countless hearts,
where fondness blooms unbidden
and lingers long after
the moment has passed ♡
lingers like sugared starlight
upon drowsy hearts; tender,
luminous, && unbearably
beloved. ───༅ ㅤׄㅤ ⸼ !ㅤ
perhaps some souls are
. . .
. . .
simply meant to be cherished;
gathered gently within the quiet
corners of countless hearts,
where fondness blooms unbidden
and lingers long after
the moment has passed ♡
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Forwarded from Crucible of Chords: The Reedwart Familié.
Turns out this is actually pretty fun. With Soobin Reedwart, Hueningkai Mondcroft, and Beomgyu Langforth
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Forwarded from Keep the Time, Visnja.
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WE’RE ALL TRAVELING THROUGH TIME TOGETHER, EVERY DAY OF LIVES.
As an ordinary human, we all really want to repeat fate or all things related to the past so that it becomes much more impressive, don't you think? Sometimes, we realise that we can't repeat everything, so we re-read all the things that happen in our lives even though it has been packaged in a diary, and in the form of writing written with changeable feelings. Every house has their own story, when the sparkling dawn brings thoughts about generosity that come becomes a hallmark in it. We are just a place to let out complaints, to rest even if one day we will no longer be in harmony. Do you want to be part of us who repeat the time to feel the warmth? Would you like to take the time and be a part of us? @TheVisnjaBot. ♥️
WE’RE ALL TRAVELING THROUGH TIME TOGETHER, EVERY DAY OF LIVES.
As an ordinary human, we all really want to repeat fate or all things related to the past so that it becomes much more impressive, don't you think? Sometimes, we realise that we can't repeat everything, so we re-read all the things that happen in our lives even though it has been packaged in a diary, and in the form of writing written with changeable feelings. Every house has their own story, when the sparkling dawn brings thoughts about generosity that come becomes a hallmark in it. We are just a place to let out complaints, to rest even if one day we will no longer be in harmony. Do you want to be part of us who repeat the time to feel the warmth? Would you like to take the time and be a part of us? @TheVisnjaBot. ♥️
Hello, Visnja! I (@username) want to feel the same feeling, the same atmosphere as you which is repeating time so that we feel like we can't let the day pass without me who is not travelling back at all. So let me be a part of you (The Steady Haven / The First Slight / The Quiet Bloom / The Little Season + Your Muse)
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Forwarded from #26StringsForNana.
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The Pulchritudinous
Of The Violoncello.. ݃˓🜚..
The beautiful melody blossomed
through her: the cellist, Nana Ouyang.
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The Pulchritudinous
Of The Violoncello.. ݃˓🜚..
The beautiful melody blossomed
through her: the cellist, Nana Ouyang.
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Forwarded from WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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ㅤㅤ THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS ─┄🐺
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ㅤㅤ Cracked Moonlight. "In Moonborne Howls"
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Beneath the waning glow of twilight, where ancient shadows dost entwine with fading light, there prowleth a lone wolf of gilded-eyes. Silent as the eve's last breath, yet bearing the weight of forgotten legends. Beyond this threshold awaiteth a tale of fate, blood, and moonbound destiny.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1994
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1995-1998
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE MOONWROUGHT
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2010
The Wolf: remembereth those whom fate hath chosen. Through whispering winds and moonlit silence, one soul hath been marked by the call of the wild. Beneath twilight's fading radiance and the solemn gleam of gilded-eyes, their name now resteth among the legends yet to unfold.
Heed the call and bear thy petition unto @GildedEyesBot that thou mayest walk alongside those bound by moonlight, blood, and the ancient spirit of the wolf.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤ THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS ─┄
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a symphony of howl resonatesㅤㅤ Cracked Moonlight. "In Moonborne Howls"
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Beneath the waning glow of twilight, where ancient shadows dost entwine with fading light, there prowleth a lone wolf of gilded-eyes. Silent as the eve's last breath, yet bearing the weight of forgotten legends. Beyond this threshold awaiteth a tale of fate, blood, and moonbound destiny.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1994
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1995-1998
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE MOONWROUGHT
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2010
The Wolf: remembereth those whom fate hath chosen. Through whispering winds and moonlit silence, one soul hath been marked by the call of the wild. Beneath twilight's fading radiance and the solemn gleam of gilded-eyes, their name now resteth among the legends yet to unfold.
Warm greetings unto thee, Wyrmharrow! The howl of the gilded-eyed wolf hath reached my soul and guided me hither. I, (Muse, Username & Full Name), born upon (Date of Birth), come seeking kinship as a (Parent/Uncle/Aunt/Child). With heart unbarred, I stand ready to answer the ancient call of the pack and walk the moonlit path amongst the Moonborn.
Heed the call and bear thy petition unto @GildedEyesBot that thou mayest walk alongside those bound by moonlight, blood, and the ancient spirit of the wolf.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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