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.

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ㅤㅤㅤEarly New Year celebration
ㅤㅤㅤㅤon December 30th
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It all started with a simple plan. Grachter's Soobin, Danvery's Sangwon, Etherhail's Sowon, Rosenvelt’s Sooin, Vermillion's Karina, Duisterg's Pharita, Scalden's Sullyoon, Roesjad's Dohoon, Montgolfier's Chaewon, Caelthwynn's Minju, Cherrilane's Carmen, Velthrone's Juun buy some needs for today at the market. And all of us go to Diaz's Sion to celebrate this early new year. Schumann's Soobin, Delaire's Taesan, Hansley's Hanjin, Schröder's Isa, Geisler's Winter, Gritner's Ryujin, Duisterg's Jongho, Geldart's Phuwin, Runeshard's Sunghoon prepare grilled meat from chicken, beef, fish then sausage and grilled corn. We also provide other things such as lettuce, sauces and other vegetables. In other side Delmeist's Seungmin, Runeshard's Myungjae, Ignarev's Carmen, Norbury's Karina, Stahlbaum's Jiwoong, Eryndor's Joy, Meirhärt's Carmen, Schumann's Shinyu, Mistlesoir's Youngjae, Eryndor's Haechan prepare for fireworks and marshmallow.

We may come from different houses, but nights like this bring us closer. No fancy party, just simple food, shared effort, and genuine happiness. The smell of grilled sausages, chicken, fish, and corn filled the air, mixing with laughter, stories, and jokes shared across fences that no longer felt like boundaries. Neighbors became family, and the street felt warmer than ever. Even the marshmallows melting over the fire reminded us how sweet togetherness can be. And as the night closed, fireworks lit up the sky, marking not just an early New Year, but another chapter of friendship, unity, and gratitude.
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Downtown on New Year’s Eve—cold air, bright lights, and way too much noise. Geldart’s Stella keeps looking around like she doesn’t want to miss a single second, while the smell of BBQ drifts through the air. Caldune’s Ian is laughing at absolutely nothing, Rosenvelt’s Sooin is hovering near the grill like it’s her main attraction, Delaire’s Jeongwoo is already starting the countdown way too early, and Meirhärt’s Carmen just vibing, plate in hand, like this night was made for her.

The streets are crowded, the music’s too loud, and the BBQ’s probably a little overcooked—but no one cares. No big plans, no deep talks, just messy hands, shared jokes, and five people ending the year downtown, together. ♡ 🎆
happy new year, meirs! i cherish you 🩷
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We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. Not myth nor legend; just marrow made real, sinew shaped by time and rot.

It does not gather it spreads. Breath tastes like iron, words drag behind us like chains, tearing quiet holes through flesh, and the earth stirs again; concrete splits, sigils flare uneven and burning.

This is not merely a call for admirers to marvel at. We are calling for aberrations fractured minds, splintered souls. Kin who smile at static, move with the low hum of rot, who feel most alive when things start coming apart.

I'm (name & username). I want to become part of @Monstaesan, and I'm ready to go through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration.

Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.

If you are here, you already know. You are late. The threshold aches. The nest stirs. The maw's already open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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Forwarded from CORTIS #Keonho17Sessions
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤCHILD MERRIMENTED BY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHARMONYㅤ/ㅤGRACED

ㅤㅤㅤㅤTRIBUTE TO SONANCY
“sonance left in keys candence after measure...”

Virtuosity stoops to grace, and he appears conducted some inwards diapason pitched by heaven's own reckoning. The miss of ivory yields willingly—in his hands. / SONANCE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKim Juhoon, (03/01) 🎹
𝄞𓍢ִ໋sustained beyond the final chord.

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