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—@breezenine, @TheVolkovich, @RumahDistrict95, @TheWillems, @SoigneSolace, @TheGalvorn—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

ㅤㅤ𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ㅤ  TIKE LUNELIA
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   1ST OPEN GATE 𖹭.ᐟ

the chime resounds like a lullaby stitched from stars, while the soft patter of footsteps stirs a reverie of wonder and wistful delight. the air shimmers with euphoric hush, as if the universe itself is exhaling a pastel sigh.

ㅤㅤㅤ 💗: [ @LuneliaBot. ] 𓂃 ·‌·♡

here to illuminate the hush and if you're dreaming of a specific visage (mid–love) and excuse who held a first moved. “a sounding to heart, the button is going to start with lovely@LuneliaBot invitation.

i, (name &. username) as illit potrayal (your muse) will join the invitation party on a dreamland.

don't forget to glimpse the celestial roster here: our lunelias woman! 🏹🩷   
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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—@TheStahlbaum, @Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @LeClives, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @NOERAYMA, @HouseWellington, @SilvyrneeManor, @TheCaintje—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