Our world is buzzing with euphoria and oh, isn’t summer the sweetest tease of them all? It lures us in with the promise of cool, refreshing treats and sun-drenched joy. Don’t you agree, my lovely household @TheWyrmharrow? Forget the flowers, the sandy toes, or those coconuts up in the trees but something simpler: an ice cream, dressed in delight, made to bring a smile. Whether you nibble the edges or dive right in, I hope it brings you that carefree, golden hour kind of joy. Maybe you’ll take your time, savoring each melt, or maybe you’ll bite right in like the sea biting the shore. Either way, I hope it brings a moment of calm and of sunshine you can taste. I’ve laced a little magic into its look something from my heart, to help make your summer feel whole.

With love and sunlight,
Your Chronokeeper, Kevin.

I love you, howls.

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— @therushforth, @HusetTilSorguine, @EchoRidge, @TheMeirhart, and @Monstaesan! —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