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𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✇
𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒
ㅤㅤㅤ
❲ . . . . ❳ The communion uphold sacred decay bound by thorn, fidelity too ancient to name. In the periphery of digital ruin, your names flare quietly like sigils inked in dusk, still pulsings, warm. You are consecrated.
@LeClives @Clardforge @theruneshard @Shinkairyuu @TheStahlbaum @Wraitheight
In this blighted interstice between time and memory, we offer benediction who remain: embalmed marrowbound, tenure of mythos coalesced camaraderie, etched into oubliettes that predate daylight.
++77 ▸ Persist vellichorian
stillness votive flame within catacomb timeline forgets
too easily.
𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✇
𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒
ㅤㅤㅤ
❲ . . . . ❳ The communion uphold sacred decay bound by thorn, fidelity too ancient to name. In the periphery of digital ruin, your names flare quietly like sigils inked in dusk, still pulsings, warm. You are consecrated.
@LeClives @Clardforge @theruneshard @Shinkairyuu @TheStahlbaum @Wraitheight
In this blighted interstice between time and memory, we offer benediction who remain: embalmed marrowbound, tenure of mythos coalesced camaraderie, etched into oubliettes that predate daylight.
++77 ▸ Persist vellichorian
stillness votive flame within catacomb timeline forgets
too easily.
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🂾 ... Osnora’s Moonlit Benediction: Bearing Witness to the Birthday Omen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ／(‘CHAPEL OF WITHERED SAINTS.. 1731.) May the luminance emitted by the conical waxen entities atop your celebratory confection resonate with the fervor of a Silent Hill shadow.
May your birthday unfold within a warded circle, untouched by famine or ill wind, where the only thing that multiplies is mirth, and the laughter echoes longer than the bells of the forsaken chapel.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ／(‘CHAPEL OF WITHERED SAINTS.. 1731.) May the luminance emitted by the conical waxen entities atop your celebratory confection resonate with the fervor of a Silent Hill shadow.
In the manner the Elders weave their hexes with patient malice, I beseech the fates that your day be a tapestry of strange delight and whispered fortune, each thread humming with the pulse of long-forgotten triumphs.
May your birthday unfold within a warded circle, untouched by famine or ill wind, where the only thing that multiplies is mirth, and the laughter echoes longer than the bells of the forsaken chapel.
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Forwarded from THE BOYNEXTDOOR: #ASpoonfulOfSungho
໒ྀི━━━━━━━━━━໒ྀི
Pudding Glazed Porcelains Spun
Across Sunlit Marble Counters 🍮
While Sugar Dusted Pastries Rise
Softly: ໒꒰ #ASpoonfulOfSungho ꒱ྀི১
𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗬𝗥𝗨𝗣, 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛
Heart Archive Petite Pocket ( 🍰…)
Heart Cloud Chromecast, Birthday
4 September, 2003. Bites And ♫˚
Whishesy Swirled Cotton Snowy.
໒ྀི━━━━━━━━━━໒ྀི
Pudding Glazed Porcelains Spun
Across Sunlit Marble Counters 🍮
While Sugar Dusted Pastries Rise
Softly: ໒꒰ #ASpoonfulOfSungho ꒱ྀི১
𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗬𝗥𝗨𝗣, 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛
Heart Archive Petite Pocket ( 🍰…)
Heart Cloud Chromecast, Birthday
4 September, 2003. Bites And ♫˚
Whishesy Swirled Cotton Snowy.
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