WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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[BIL] 2024, NOCTURNA ๐ŸŒ‘ (ii) ๏ผ .. Under the lunar hex, hunger stirs in silence, bound by rites long lost. Paths to the summoning: @WyrmharrowsBot. For SFS/HFW rites: @TheHarrowBot. Only the chosen hear the whispers. The echo lingers still: @Wyrmharrow
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hi.. howlsโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ˜„ today i celebrated my bday! ๐Ÿฅณ i had a great time, they set up a cake and food to celebrate my special day. so sweet, aren't they? martin (aha! i can call him that without using koko!) prepped the bday stuff, while ko Juhoon brought me a bday cake. but.. no need to wonder why there's a bit of cake on my faceโ€”that was my brother's idea (it was Keonho idea, guys!). such a precious birthday, being able to celebrate with my loved ones! even Ian was thereโ€”she said she wanted to surprise me, but she was too busy eating the snacks Ko Juhoon bought and eating quietly... such a kid. and of course, these photos were taken by my cutest little sister! that's Kya, who also joined the party. everyone ate calmly, especially Keonho and Ian who really enjoyed their food. im grateful to be able to spend this happy and memorable day with my family!
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Memories Preserved in Jars.
Glass beads reflect the light all over again,
as do the stray butterflies in the air.

#TimeForGFriend เน‹เฃญ เฃช เผŠ


For the sake of feeling and remembering the benignity of long-cherished memories, they recalled the space they had long preserved. The key that held all their longingโ€”although their souls were no longer in tandem, as each soul had taken its distinctive path.


๐“†ฉ เน‹เฃญ เฃช ห– โŸก เน‹เฃญ เฃช ห– ๐“†ช
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GDA may be over, but Eldraeth's Zhanghao and Wyrmharrow's Hanbin are still wrapped in the glow of the spotlight, carrying the echoes of thunderous applause, the warmth of countless hearts, and the magic of a night that will forever live in memory โœจ
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Forwarded from THE BOYZ VILLAGE.
 

ใ…คsilhoutte: ๐Ÿฉปโ ฒใ…คvol. 1998
(architecture of the unkempt)
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ใ…คas the traffic lights bleed red and gold
across his face, he finds a solitary bench.
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he doesnโ€™t belong to the polished glass towers or the hurried suits; he belongs to the grit, the late-night diners, and the echoes between buildings.

/ ๋Ÿญ๋น„; 11


faint white lines across
his knuckles, trophies
of a physical life. โ“˜ .. ๐Ÿˆ