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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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✱ (LOCATION: Hawkins' Laboratory.) / 🏮

Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2008 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.

With *Muse + Line* deciding to take the lab trial for Vecna's resistance, are there any other strange things that need to be tested before you accept me? Sincerely yours, *Name*. 


! The air feels so different this summer, isn't it the perfect time to experience the weird and wonderful Upside Down? If not them then who else, control your mind with the music box as the real man plays guitar in the stormy Upside Down, he still does it until now at least until the cheer leader meets him.
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THE LORWAINE — NOTICE
   UNLOGGED Suite E5,     
   𝙊𝙛 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 🗝️

𖤝 .. The Lorwaine House resides where velvet curtains have never fully opened. A permanent residence disguised as a temporary stay ⋮
Suite E5, the corridor’s final door. is spoken of in lowered voices a chamber more than silk upholstery and antique frames.
    
From this chapter,     
the House quietly seeks    
   its next figures :    
    
⟢. KEEPERS OF SUITE E5 : 1980-1990.
⟢. DUSKWING ATTENDANTS : 1991-1999.
⟢. FIRST VELVET HEIR : 2000-2003.
⟢. MID-HALL CUSTODIAN : 2004-2006.
⟢. FINAL KEY SCION : 2007-2009.

Before submitting your form, please review the 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘕 𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
to ensure availability, The House records each only once.

Esteemed The Lorwaine House. I, (Name & Username), arrive with the presence of (Muse), born on (Date of Birth). I submit myself to Suite E5 and await further notice within its records.


Kindly forward the required
format through :

@LorwaineBot
We advise a brief existing
registry before proceeding!
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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—@Hoonelle, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie—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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
FIRE DOES NOT ASK PERMISSION TO
REIGN
/NOR DOES LOYALTY BEND BEFORE
FEAR
. . Sstt . . (━━xx+356’)🌑🤚

24. 12. 25

The dragon stirs beneath banners.
|Guards stand unbroken at fate.
|Fire answers the fearless.
|Steel never trembles in loyalty.

{..🕯} TONIGHT, THE SILENCE ENDS.
#RoarForVermillion
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
📔 THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #002
ㅤㅤOUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).


So, the elders said we should “open the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.

Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), and Middle Children (2003–2005). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! 👀

Dear The Hefflins, it’s me, (your name), using (your muse + line). I was just minding my own business when I spotted your post-it note on the neighbor’s wall. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself another troublemaker. 👊🏻

Send this through @HefflinsRobot. 📬

If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU. 💥

🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.
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ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
SUBTLE SHIMMER OF DECEMBER
“Euphoria stirring in the breast,
Christmas and New Year
Brings solace amid of voyage.”

Fervor of solar-day that perpetually advance brings an eventual month that arrives as a tranquil reprieve. The geniality, cherished, and delightful surmise gently surround essential and retiring lumine escort the frost’s amour. Ensuring moments etched in memory– presents accrue as a closing, carefully preparing what becomes treasured. Photographs serving to revive in harshest season, a beacon lustre for shared intimate. Resolute desire keeps pristine as an unmarked chapter unfurls in quiescence, allowing a novelty to be perfected within a musical refrain. New enchanted prophecy emerges by honouring this occasion concertedly. 🏠𓈒 ࣪ ˖
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
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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— @KasteelOfDuisterg, @ShelterOfWest, @LiebertFamilia, @VonityS, @Enhypeen, @RogueLorth, @ManorOfVermillion, @roguelorth, @PinnacleNoire, @Thedrazenc.—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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ㅤㅤㅤTHE BITING WIND WAILED LOUDLY,
ㅤㅤnow as mirthful laughter / now as somber farewell—

The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. (1980 TILL 2009)

ㅤ❛❛ In the end, a child must grow up,
ㅤㅤand   they   must   surpass   their
ㅤㅤparents. Only thus may  a  family
ㅤㅤflourish. I (Father.)  look  forward
ㅤㅤto hear what 'family' means.🫀
❜❜

May The Tsaritsa Bless You.
My comrade, 'tis I, (YOUR NAME), alias (YOUR MUSE + YOUR LINE) has retrieved from our duty in MONDSTADT.

ㅤㅤMessage Sent From: @IgnarevsMailBot.

ㅤㅤㅤBefore long, the fire had faded and the house was completely still, illuminated only by a lone beam of moonlight slipping through a break in the curtains and falling across a cup of slowly cooling tea. The one principle she demanded above all was loyalty—any treachery was met with a sentence of death. 𓇢☾࿐࣪

(24th of Desember, Winter)