﴾ 🌬 ﴿ WHEN THE DUST STIRS
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯🌬 ⋯⋅ ┈•✦
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — yet it glimmers defiant against the gathering dark.
The @LegacyOfDustborne murmurs through the veils — from spired cathedrals where Scholars taste forbidden knowledge, to frozen wastes where Witches dream beneath auroras that whisper old names. Come — stand among the Lumina, Weavers of the Fractured Tapestry. We summon those whose souls tremble at the touch of Dust, whose shadows walk beside dæmons yet unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.
When the compass points true, bring your secret to @Dustbornebot. The doorway stands ajar.
✶ THE TRUTH LIES BEYOND THE WORLD WE KNOW ✶
WATCH THE DUST — LISTEN — FOLLOW
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — yet it glimmers defiant against the gathering dark.
The @LegacyOfDustborne murmurs through the veils — from spired cathedrals where Scholars taste forbidden knowledge, to frozen wastes where Witches dream beneath auroras that whisper old names. Come — stand among the Lumina, Weavers of the Fractured Tapestry. We summon those whose souls tremble at the touch of Dust, whose shadows walk beside dæmons yet unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
🌬 The Alethiometrist 1984-1998🌬 The Choosen Successor 1999-2003🌬 The Bridge Between Worlds 2004-2005🌬 The Daemon Whisperer 2006-2009
Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.
I, (muse’s name and lineage), shaped by the alethiometer’s turning hands, carved my oath in the drift of falling Dust. Through severed portals, led by dæmon whispers and starlight’s hush, to bear the name of (your name & @ )
When the compass points true, bring your secret to @Dustbornebot. The doorway stands ajar.
✶ THE TRUTH LIES BEYOND THE WORLD WE KNOW ✶
WATCH THE DUST — LISTEN — FOLLOW
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Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #WeatherDiary
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა🪞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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“Where every page captures the
forecast of the heart’s quietest day.”
22ND OF JULY. Beneath a sky in perpetual transformation six resplendent graceful women drifted through moments sculpted by atmosphere and wonder letting their sentiments swell and recede like the tide in a sea stirred by time. They did not retreat from the unannounced rain but embraced it with luminous eyes and unguarded hearts. When constellations cascaded without warning they conjured wishes born from the quietest chambers of longing. They twirled when plans unraveled composed reverie from silence and turned fractured rhythms into incandescent joy. In the midst of uncertainty they held one another nearer choosing delight over design presence over precision. Their tale was etched in breeze and golden luminance engraved in soft earth and rain-slicked stone a diary penned in ephemeral ink. Together they revealed that elegance dwells in impermanence and that meaning often blooms in places uncharted.
ㅤ A GOLDEN TRACE OF TIME WHERE
ㅤ OH MY GIRL ONCE BLOOMED ㅤ
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Like a hush before rainfall, this moment beckons you to inscribe a glimmer of memory upon your enormous profile through the OH MY GIRL SPECIAL SINGLE twibbon, a quiet emblem of skies once shared and seasons felt together. Just as each shift in weather carries a feeling too tender for words, this gesture becomes a way to hold onto what once fluttered past us. Let your trace ripple through the timeline with the stunning hashtag #WeatherDiary, a constellation of warmth shaped by your light. If the placement feels uncertain, the gentle hand of @OHMYGIRLROBOT will be nearby to guide you. Crafted with intention and grace by @oYooA, every detail murmurs affection for our ever-blooming bunny, turning this simple act into a living page from a diary written beneath shifting skies and soft echoes of time.
┄──ּ · · ✽ Starlight Over the Twilight Court
@TheRushforth, @DynastLands
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‘&. @OHMYTWIBBON.
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“Where every page captures the
forecast of the heart’s quietest day.”
22ND OF JULY. Beneath a sky in perpetual transformation six resplendent graceful women drifted through moments sculpted by atmosphere and wonder letting their sentiments swell and recede like the tide in a sea stirred by time. They did not retreat from the unannounced rain but embraced it with luminous eyes and unguarded hearts. When constellations cascaded without warning they conjured wishes born from the quietest chambers of longing. They twirled when plans unraveled composed reverie from silence and turned fractured rhythms into incandescent joy. In the midst of uncertainty they held one another nearer choosing delight over design presence over precision. Their tale was etched in breeze and golden luminance engraved in soft earth and rain-slicked stone a diary penned in ephemeral ink. Together they revealed that elegance dwells in impermanence and that meaning often blooms in places uncharted.
ㅤ A GOLDEN TRACE OF TIME WHERE
ㅤ OH MY GIRL ONCE BLOOMED ㅤ
ㅤㅤ
Like a hush before rainfall, this moment beckons you to inscribe a glimmer of memory upon your enormous profile through the OH MY GIRL SPECIAL SINGLE twibbon, a quiet emblem of skies once shared and seasons felt together. Just as each shift in weather carries a feeling too tender for words, this gesture becomes a way to hold onto what once fluttered past us. Let your trace ripple through the timeline with the stunning hashtag #WeatherDiary, a constellation of warmth shaped by your light. If the placement feels uncertain, the gentle hand of @OHMYGIRLROBOT will be nearby to guide you. Crafted with intention and grace by @oYooA, every detail murmurs affection for our ever-blooming bunny, turning this simple act into a living page from a diary written beneath shifting skies and soft echoes of time.
┄──ּ · · ✽ Starlight Over the Twilight Court
@TheRushforth, @DynastLands
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‘&. @OHMYTWIBBON.
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Corwell's Jeemin! #24StepsWithJert ACC AKU LHO UEE😭🥺 💧 Eu 💧 💧 E read the whisper
Corwell's Jeemin! #24StepsWithJert ACC AKU LHO UEE😭🥺 💧 Eu 💧 💧 E read the whisper
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Forwarded from Ancestry of Maisonette, Myldemoor Familia.
haappy weekendd, moorss! yesterday, Myldemoor's Minju, Stahlbaum's Sungchan, Edenearth's Shotaro, Rushforth's Ian, Chyson's Stella, Ostendl's Leehan, aandd Redfern's Ana were the busiest people in the world (no) (sorry), or in other words, we all became active teenagers! 🆒🆒. look at us, some are tired after coming back from class, some are asking for photos right after class (myb buat ngabarin seseorang 🤭), some are posing even though she just left the classroom, some are casually sitting after having a busy day, some are fixing his easily detachable shoes, some are caught trying to skip class, and there’s even someone being photographed while going up the stairs! truly busy, right? (please say yes) (hehe)
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