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❈ •• Full of snow, cold atmosphere that makes you shiver in an instant, but full of warmth because there are beautiful memories that beat the cold of winter.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Season of Memories”

ㅤㅤㅤ Surprises in a season full of memories

ㅤ⚵.. July 29, 2025 — July 31, 2025,
ㅤAfrodis Estrella has been established
ㅤ4 years, celebrating the 4th anniversary;
ㅤvarious Giveaways are held (Animated
ㅤBorder & Stars).

⚘ /.. 400 Stars for 4 people (gift telegram)
⚘ /.. 1 Animated Border.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⚹ ·· Giveaway Rules ·· ⚹
ㅤ  ❦. Make sure that your account is a roleplay account and don't forget to subscribe @Afrodistrella.

ㅤ  ❦. Forward the giveaway announcement post to your channel (and don't forget to screenshot it).

ㅤ  ❦. Drop your wishes for Afrodis Estrella's 4th anniversary in the comment section by following the template provided below.

ㅤ  ❦. Don't forget to include numbers 1-50 (can't be the same).

┈ Surprise in the snowy,
yet warm season. Join
the fun in the giveaway,
@Afrodistrella.

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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.
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