Forwarded from Dusty Pockets: A Corwell Story.
A night walk wouldnโt hurt wonโt it, Owels? After take off, Corwellโs Fourth decided to join in Lichtheimโs Thomas for a night-stroll. The lights were pretty, that it captured most of their serotonin. The cars were pulling by; but it didnโt matter as long as their walk wasnโt disturbed. โDoesnโt it look pretty, Thomas?โ Fourth askedโโ โโโโIt's absolutely beautiful. Do you want me to take a picture? Give me your phone.โ Thomas immediately held out his hand, signaling that Fourth would give him his phone. Thomas moved away slightly to get a good shot. Occasionally, the photo was blurry and blurry again. Maybe this was the latest model? It seemed soโbut Fourth didnโt mind.
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Let's hype up our trip together to enjoy the day! It was a beautiful night with a cool breeze blowing and making us feel good while we were having fun. A relaxing night, with vehicles honking and driving so congested that we decided to park and continue our night walk. It would be fun for us to be together.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) ๐ซ๏ธ๐๏ธ
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @Schouvert @TheEdurne @RuhmerAh @HouseOfLuthien @Ellvius, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) ๐ซ๏ธ๐๏ธ
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @Schouvert @TheEdurne @RuhmerAh @HouseOfLuthien @Ellvius, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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Forwarded from A Journey of Broken Branches, The Finches.
What do we even call this hangout between Finchโs Naravit and his gang, Finch-friends? Not a full crew, but nevermindโ Lichtheim's Wayar, Volkovichโs Karina, Norburyโs Giselle, and Swiftโs Carmen more than enough to make the day feel fun, especially after such a long didn't meet them. Honestly, whatโs better than a day full of laughter, dumb inside jokes, and arguing about where to eat? (We took 30 minutes to decide, lmao). These chaotic crew always makes every hangout feel like a mini sitcom episode. ๐๐ Can't wait for the next round of chaos!
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) ๐ซ๏ธ๐๏ธ
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @HouseOfCassele @HouseOfEyre @IVERIEZ @Caldune, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) ๐ซ๏ธ๐๏ธ
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @HouseOfCassele @HouseOfEyre @IVERIEZ @Caldune, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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ใ ค ใ คโฎโห ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ หโโฎ
ใ ค ๐ constellation stirs; five stars in
ใ ค harmonious ascent, etching youth
ใ ค into the heartbeat of ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐โ.ยฐ.
Through shimmering galaxies and stardust laughter, a new chapter unfolds: radiant with rhythm, stitched in one sky. Infinite lights.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค WE RISE WITH
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค THE STAR CHAPTER
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค๐
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค #STARSWITHTXT
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ยทยทยทโก Into the gravity of hope, into the rhythm of rebirth. (๐.) Weโre no longer mere listeners, but constellationsโscattered, yet connected by the unseen string of some shared stellar. IN THIS SPACE, ๐๐ธ ๐ด๐ ๐ธ ๐ผ๐๐น๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐ธ.
ใฐ๏ธ โ
ใฐ๏ธ
ใ ค So rise, not just to witness, but
ใ ค to become. Let joy be your compass
ใ ค and stardust be your crown. The
ใ ค chapter begins, not with an ending,
ใ ค but with the honest ascent.
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๐ด๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ ๐ต๐๐ก๐ก๐๐.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ก, ๐๐ข๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐.
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ใ ค ใ คโฎโห ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ หโโฎ
ใ ค ๐ constellation stirs; five stars in
ใ ค harmonious ascent, etching youth
ใ ค into the heartbeat of ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐โ.ยฐ.
Through shimmering galaxies and stardust laughter, a new chapter unfolds: radiant with rhythm, stitched in one sky. Infinite lights.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค WE RISE WITH
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค THE STAR CHAPTER
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค #STARSWITHTXT
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ใ ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐
ใ ค๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
ยทยทยทโก Into the gravity of hope, into the rhythm of rebirth. (๐.) Weโre no longer mere listeners, but constellationsโscattered, yet connected by the unseen string of some shared stellar. IN THIS SPACE, ๐๐ธ ๐ด๐ ๐ธ ๐ผ๐๐น๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐ธ.
ใ ค So rise, not just to witness, but
ใ ค to become. Let joy be your compass
ใ ค and stardust be your crown. The
ใ ค chapter begins, not with an ending,
ใ ค but with the honest ascent.
๐ด๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ ๐ต๐๐ก๐ก๐๐.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ก, ๐๐ข๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐.
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