With the arrival of this winter’s first snow, the elfs have delivered a letter for the family you were born into: I went through our fireplace this morning, as I looked to our window to see this season’s first snow. 🏡 To my true bone of life, @TheWyrmharrow, I’ve been wanting to make this holiday as special as it should be! With this devotion, I’m wishing you, a Merry merry Christmas! 🎅🏻❤️

Sincerely,
Timelost Alpha.

ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@TheMystveil, @CampofLachers, @Poiriers, @Dreadstrange, @Caelthwynn, @CathectLaFamilie—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow

Snow rehearses its fall around the world, as if happiness were a quiet agreement, au calme—per sempre. I keep choosing your name in soft repetition, threading it through pauses and low light, letting the silence learn our shape, (@TheWyrmharrow) — (My Wish). Mérci for standing between me and the cold, for guarding what trembles but stays. Let this melody breathe in the snowfall, lentement, dolcemente, until the night loosens its grip. May we remain where winter is kind, where time moves softly, and the music knows when to linger. ☃️🎄

Sealed with warmth,
Whispermind.

The city hits December like a blade. Air sharp, lights dimming, snow piling up until it swallows whole footprints like they were never there. Everything feels fragile, like one wrong breath could shut the whole season down. But then @TheWyrmharrow shows up again, proof that warmth can still survive in a world that forgot how to hold it. Maybe this winter will take more than it gives, maybe the night won't crack open until the year finally collapses, but if we ever find ourselves in the same Christmas again, I hope it's the version where we choose the warmth over the wreckage. ✶

Warm until the world resets,
Timelost Alpha.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 25th
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 22-12-2000 | Aureocrypts.

Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow's Eric always hold the enchanted mark through every triumph. Now we begin another orbit around the sun, into the luciform for his impervious time attrition. Therefore, As we enter another unknown year, may his mind remain lucid as solstice glass and knight zeal. Happy birthday! May he wander the interstice and remain sovereign in pneuma. Lastly, may kindness meet him at every juncture fondly, wildly, endlessly. Selenoturne courage be the anthem that beats behind everlasting choice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤPhronetics Instinct,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow.

celebrate our wyrmharrow's eric birthday, howls!