Forwarded from "Eternal Kin : The Geldart of the Family"
On a quiet morning walk, Geldart's Juyeon and Wyrmharrow's Eric let the crisp air lead them along the path beside the river. The farther they went, the more the water glimmered with the soft light of early day, inviting them to wander beyond the familiar bank. Eventually, they came upon a small café nestled right at the riverside, its terrace offering a calm view of the drifting current. Drawn in by the cozy atmosphere and the scent of warm pastries, they settled down for brunch, enjoying the stillness of the moment together.
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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—@SoeurLand, @Hauntminds, @HouseOfEyre, @TheRosenvelt, and @LamkeFamilie.—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
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—@SoeurLand, @Hauntminds, @HouseOfEyre, @TheRosenvelt, and @LamkeFamilie.—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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Forwarded from (REST.) Rosier of Gateau: Amaranthine Kin of Limerence.
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VALENTINE ARISES OF BAKERY (166) SOLEMN, ROSIER GATEAU.
The chocolate of lineage and letters of sweet things with near-mythic artistry converge into a singular tapestry of exalted sentiment. The spheres thickens with a warmth in grace of sanctuary season’s into a honours affection with something specials.
OPEN GATE. ♥︎’
FOR EVERYONE IN SOLEMNITY:
Soulful sweetheart. I’m (name of your muse, liner) ready-to feel the same reigns in love throughout something sweet &.’ warmth, I will be the hymns for @RosierGateau and forever will be remembered as (your name, @.)
The essence of emerges within reminiscent of hills, the morsel approached the delicate-sweetness in a grandeur alchemy ;
✶ Royal Dark Chocolate (1995-1999)
✶ Noir Chocolate (2000-2005)
✶ Blanc Chocolate (2006-2012)
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ARDOURS IN CENTURIES. \ 📮 (2010) An emissary of a deeper interior world: Speech For Taken List. A phrases that inhales with the lines. Pralines on roses-splendour:
submit the forms into @RosierGateBot depth.
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Forwarded from 🪢 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜: #DoItWithStrayKids
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, DREAM, AND STRAY KIDS
Forged in velvet darkness, crowned in chaos, they learned that survival isn’t enough creation is the real victory. They did not rise to fit into the world. They rose to rewrite it.
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🪢 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜: #DoItWithStrayKids
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, DREAM, AND STRAY KIDS ▫️ ▫️ DO IT ERA ⋆ NOV XXTH Forged in velvet darkness, crowned in chaos, they learned that survival isn’t enough creation is the real victory. They did not rise to fit into the world. They rose to rewrite it.
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On the first strike of a new era, a name is not whispered, it detonates. Through glass cities and sleepless evolution, STRAY KIDS rise — not to inherit the world, but to remake it in motion. They are not just performers; they are the blueprint, the spark…
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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—@VenturesKarina, @GowanSuite, @morbane, @courthlace, @TheCoathe, @wallisterr, @Wythers, @Samniont, @EclipticaDivina, @LandOfHathaway, @Berthouven, @ReverieOfAmity, @ThePendleton
—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
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—@VenturesKarina, @GowanSuite, @morbane, @courthlace, @TheCoathe, @wallisterr, @Wythers, @Samniont, @EclipticaDivina, @LandOfHathaway, @Berthouven, @ReverieOfAmity, @ThePendleton
—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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