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 & @Norchlle —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

#LettersofChristmas

dear my family... @thewyrmharrow! 🤍
as the youngest in this family, I’ve spent most of my life looking up to both of you watching how you walk through challenges, how you protect the ones you love, how you carry responsibilities i haven’t reached yet. thank you for the guidance, spoken or not. for the jokes that made me feel included, the lessons hidden in advice, and the silent care beneath every action. i may not always express it, but I’m grateful for the footsteps you leave for me to follow. this season, i wish warmth to your days, peace to your hearts, and ease to every burden you carry. may the year ahead be gentler with you, and may joy return in ways you didn’t expect.

With love from the youngest,
Starseer Kya.

With the arrival of this winter’s first snow, the elfs have delivered a letter for the family you were born into: I went through our fireplace this morning, as I looked to our window to see this season’s first snow. 🏡 To my true bone of life, @TheWyrmharrow, I’ve been wanting to make this holiday as special as it should be! With this devotion, I’m wishing you, a Merry merry Christmas! 🎅🏻❤️

Sincerely,
Timelost Alpha.

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—@TheMystveil, @CampofLachers, @Poiriers, @Dreadstrange, @Caelthwynn, @CathectLaFamilie—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

Snow rehearses its fall around the world, as if happiness were a quiet agreement, au calme—per sempre. I keep choosing your name in soft repetition, threading it through pauses and low light, letting the silence learn our shape, (@TheWyrmharrow) — (My Wish). Mérci for standing between me and the cold, for guarding what trembles but stays. Let this melody breathe in the snowfall, lentement, dolcemente, until the night loosens its grip. May we remain where winter is kind, where time moves softly, and the music knows when to linger. ☃️🎄

Sealed with warmth,
Whispermind.

The city hits December like a blade. Air sharp, lights dimming, snow piling up until it swallows whole footprints like they were never there. Everything feels fragile, like one wrong breath could shut the whole season down. But then @TheWyrmharrow shows up again, proof that warmth can still survive in a world that forgot how to hold it. Maybe this winter will take more than it gives, maybe the night won't crack open until the year finally collapses, but if we ever find ourselves in the same Christmas again, I hope it's the version where we choose the warmth over the wreckage. ✶

Warm until the world resets,
Timelost Alpha.
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