Whispers at the Hearth: The Meirhärt.
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A dainty prism of held quietude this mirror is all velvet-mind and sugar hush. Whence the soul peeks out in ruffles, cocooned in hushes and homefeel, @Meirhart.

The quaintkeepers,
@MeirhartBot & @TheMeirhartBot custodians of heart twine and bloom hours.
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YAYYY sudahhh! timakaci udah mau mainn sama minji guys, kalau mau claim file moodboardnya boyeh ke @TheMeirhartBot yaahh 🩷
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‘DUSK SIDEWAYS. 🚧
In the obsidian favor of shades.
[✷ ⋆ ⋆ — 87/ ⓘ]

CLA$P! ⍀ bitter semblance: Freckled with chains sheathed in the sacred guarded haven. Entranced chrome hoard sighting tighter.

:: Landed missive ⚠️🔝
+1-987-762 western states.
From the tragedy of failing last
season, #WasteNoTimeWithXNX.
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     A  LIFELONG    ADORATION
        ೈ*    Réve ..  :Çodē    “Aug 1st”
      XXV-01: DECADE ⅋. ONE: REVERIE

.  +⠀   ⠀
⠀˚⠀ ⠀ ⠀   ⡰⡏⢹⠉⠻⣦⠀
⠀⠀⢀ ⡀⡀⡀.⣧⡞ ⠀⠀⢸⡇    A Celebration
⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⢀⡾⢋⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⡇unboound by limits,
⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⡾⢁⡾⠶⣆⢀ ⣿⠁endless as memory
⠀⠻⣦⣀⠀⠡⡘⠄⠇⡘ ⣸⡇⠀       itself. 🤩
⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠿⠶⢿⣦ ⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀+.  *
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⠇⡸⠀⠀

     ㅤ...ㅤThrough’ㅤ🪽ᰧ¹¹   𐃆  Ģŏldeñ     Şummër &. all the seasons between. ☻
ㅤㅤㅤ𐃎ㅤ We,   journey   within   a dream-bound    book,    framed   in 
     boundless      affection. 𝓇𝓋📓   ◌  𝅄   ྅

       “Red Velvet, always in the frame.”
   ‘Tis 11  years  (öf.)  rhythm,  ribbon,
         ⅋.     #REVE11NREDVELVET
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Happy August, Harties.
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  Whispers of Autumn :  .............
           A Season Written For You /
🍁

     In the golden hush of the turning year,
     when the trees shed their brilliance like
     whispered promises and the wind &—
     carries the scent of earth, ember, and
     memory, we gather—not merely for
     warmth or wonder, but for something
    FAR             MORE             TENDER.

This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.

ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set.  ❀

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
  beneath canopies
     of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS  IS FOR  THE  BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    spoken or unspoken.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/

  𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ  ㅤoffered.

ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊.  For  you,  Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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                          HERE THE MASK OF
                        THE TROPICAL ISLAND.


      ·  ·  ·  · •┈┈───﹙🍹﹚───┈┈• ·  ·  ·  ·

           Adorn the feast
           with flair and grace,
           let garnishes fall
           into place.
           In colors matched,
           they bloom and gleam.
           A lively, fresh,
           and festive dream.

           
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