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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWould You Be The Next Sound?

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(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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Forwarded from FIMMIESITE.

ㅤ ⓘ The Celestial Allure
ㅤ of Libra’s Dominion.


ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗼𝗳
ㅤㅤ 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻: 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹
ㅤㅤ 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁—𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿
ㅤㅤ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿
ㅤㅤ 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀: 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐇𝐮𝐡 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧.

ㅤㅤㅤ THE DIVINELY (‘&’) #TemptationInYunjin24

Her jubilee stamps the rise of balance wrapped in temptation, her glance a dainty weapon that forges pulchritude and ruin in equal measure.

Forwarded from ILLIT VENTURE.
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      ㅤ   The Ringing ᯓ★ 
   ㅤ   Of An Antique Telephone! 
ㅤ  ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. #DollyMokaDay
ㅤㅤㅤ× Iridesce for moka ×

ㅤ  Each chime was not merely a call,
ㅤ ㅤ  But a sign that the universe turned
ㅤ   Once again slipping Sakai Moka
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  Into a new page filled with strange
ㅤ  Yet gentle possibilities. 🧚‍♀
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Delssie! Howlies! Happy (late) Chuseok 🌕
Went outside for once, and the city had the audacity to be peaceful. So me, Ostendl’s Seonghyeon, and Wyrmharrow’s Kya just ended up wandering around, somehow looking like main characters by accident. The sunlight was hittin’ too pretty, and the air felt way too soft for the people who act tough. We didn’t plan anything; just walked, talked about random stuff, and let the day do its thing. Maybe that’s why I didn’t post the pics right away.. because it didn’t feel like something to show off, just one of those days that feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from. So now it’s your turn, how was your Chuseok guys? We hope it was warm in its own quiet way, that you got to rest a little, smile a little, and feel at peace under the same moon too.
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hype us howlies <3
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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—@Hoonsweth, @Eunflare, @LaSiegern, @EverbloomTales, @HomeOfSwift, @Grimlace, @GuildofDvornikov, @Hjerts—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 afternoon glowed softly as Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung and Mistlesoir’s Heeseung walked through quiet streets, drawn to a small café where they shared desserts beneath warm light. Time felt slow and gentle, every moment brushed with calm. Later, they wandered to a park where a bridge arched over shimmering water; Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung posed for a photo, framed by the golden sky, while Mistlesoir’s Heeseung held the camera steady.

As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.
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