WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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[BIL] 2024, NOCTURNA 🌑 (ii) / .. 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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          subject: pham hanni day
          season: autumn harvest

     solstical arcanum for birthday at
     06 | 10 | 2004 ❋ elevate through
     arborine ossuaries with pumpkin
     stretchs conspiring on lunescent
     seam dusks underneath sorcery.
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αn𝚢ᨮׁׅ֮𝖊𝔬𝖓𝓰 𝑎Տᘿ𝐨, 𝖘ҽlᴀm𝒶ȶ 𝖒α𝚕α𝖒 𝓉ꏂ𝓉𝐚ñɠɢ𝑎қᵘ𝗎ᑘ𝗎մυհ𝗵𝕙ℎhׁׅ֮ₕ
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏
𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧!

A cup of artisan tea is not solely a bearing upon relish, but the story it holds. Every sip embodies their dreams and journey. Endowed artisan’s hands, with care to bring warmth and laughter to House Wellington.

🖋️. .༄ ‧₊

UNCLE & AUNTIE (1993 - 1998)
ELDEST CHILD (1999 - 2001)
MIDDLE CHILD (2002 - 2006)
YOUNGEST CHILD (2007 - 2009)


Express your desires through the post-mail,
and we will welcome you with a cup of tea.

Dear House Wellington. I, (your name), want to convey my earnest scrutiny to be a part of your warm family. With regard, this is my sole identity (usn), (muse name) was born in (year).



@HouseWellington 🍵

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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—@therushforth, @HusetTilSorguine, @EchoRidge, @TheMeirhart, @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
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We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not myth—we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.

We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.

Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.

MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!

We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.

Selection begins here. 👻

Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤNEW MESSAGE: IMPORTANT SUBJECT!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWould You Be The Next Sound?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤREADㅤㅤㅤ▬⃜‌▬⃨▬⃛‌ㅤㅤSWIPE

(ARTICLE) Find The New Beat of Families!
📨 ⧔ ֺׅ : The vault hums again, a quiet song of welcome echoing through the walls that once held only memory. Somewhere between the pulse of ordinary days and the hum of passing time, this message found its way to you. The message glowed softly, as though written with the kind that lingers even after the screen dims. It carried no urgency like a heartbeat sent across time of connection crossing invisible distance.

The doors are open once more, awaiting those born between 2000—2009 raised between cassette static and streaming screens with lullabies of the ENGLISH-BASED SIBLINGSHOOD who believe that family can be chosen and love can be built from laughter and belonging through heart. So listen closely, the vault is alive again...

Greetings, The Samniont! I stumbled upon your melody, and it feels like something my heart already knows where they belongs. I’d love to join with (Your Muse & Year of Birth) to be part of the harmony you’re building together!


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFIND YOUR SOUND
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOF MEMORY:
@SamniontBot.

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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—@ReissHousehold, @TheSchmidts, @TheVelthrone, @Lucism, @Luevine, @TheVitsyy, @AnndTeam, @GeislerVoyager, @TheDeities, @CrestofTressel, @sarchner, @Mistlesoir, @ElRaptore, @OdWendissel —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
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... / The phosphorescence has dropped down to the west as the sunbeams start to evaporate away. Our plates cling with one another as our sisters prepares dinner. The ovens and stoves are still blazing hot as they just finished preparing our menu for the night, the ol' Mac 'n Cheese combined with graciously looking brisket. Our eldest sisters gracefully prepares everything for dinner while Dad scatters around the house, looking for his missing children. Some are playing in the backyard and frontyard, some are in the garage playing with their toys, and some others are taking care of our chicken. Not so long after, Papa shouted:

          "Stop what you're doing and come see what our ladies have prepared for us, folks. Dinner is ready, Rushforths! Come now or you won't get your share. Come tell your long lost siblings to come too!"


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The Rushforth is looking for their missing parts. We are opening the humble gates of our home to those in need of a warm family. The gates are open to:

     🪻 Mama (1980–1994)
     🫖 Aunts and Uncles (1980–1996)
    
💐 Older line (1997–2001)
    
💐 Middle line (2002–2005)
     💐 Maknae line (2006–2009)

To enter our gates, please send the format that follows through our lovely gate @RushforthBot after makin sure your muse is not on our occupied list. We will be expecting your presence!

Howzit, Rushforths! Through the lonely days I've gone through, I hereby register myself to be a Rushforth. I go by (YOUR NAME) and identified as (YOUR MUSE NAME) who was born in (YOUR MUSE BIRTH YEAR)—yet tagged all around town under (YOUR @ USERNAME/ID). I'm delighted to introduce myself as your (MAMA/AUNT/UNCLE/OLDER LINE/MIDDLE LINE/MAKNAE LINE).

Example: "Howzit, Rushforths! Through the lonely days I've gone through, I hereby register myself to be a Rushforth. I go by Madeline Kim and identified as Bae Joohyun (Irene) who was born in 1991—yet tagged all around town under @MadelineKim. I'd be delighted to introduce myself as your soon-to-be aunt.
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