ⓘ.. ┼──  [June, 15]. 👩🏻‍⚕️

On this extraordinary occasion, we, your esteemed medical colleague and sibling, are prescribing an unrestricted regimen: a daily administration of neurotransmitter agents and an inexhaustible repository of psychological well-being. Potential adverse reactions may encompass tachycardia induced by exhilaration and sporadic diaphragmatic relaxation exercises. From our formative years conducting simulated surgical procedures to now collectively shouldering the solemn duty of patient management. As you persist in evaluating symptoms, formulating treatment plans, and restoring health, remember to prioritize your own physiological and emotional equilibrium. Therefore, we are mandating a stringent directive for an entire day dedicated to recuperation and a complete embargo on medical documentation or telephonic consultations.

                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
                      SCALDEN’S HOSHI
                 Harvez Scalden, @hoshlii 🤍🩺
                

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THERE IT STOOD: AN OPEN GATE. 🎴♠️
What stood at the edge was no doorway
to light, split wide to beckon the ash-born
home to what the fire regurgitated.

We seek the kindled infernos who torch through its fount: AUNCLES (90–99) & CHILDREN (00–06). Those whose grit breaks louder than any legacy ever could, eyes scorched open by the heat of too many returns, and follow the rites and rules it sets, mark your presence through: @IgnisFamiliaBot.

I come not in search of flame, but as what remains when flame has passed. I am  (Name & @Username) + (Muse Name & Line) shaped where fire once collapsed, made of memory, marrow, and what heat refused to kill. I speak not to be welcomed, but to echo in the halls that once held silence.

The crossing bore no hint of arrival. The fire waned, then hissed, as if something below knew it too. Recognition slid over on the tongue, bitter and dry. They stepped through. Together. Into each other.
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Oh when the blues go marching in oh when the blues go marching in