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—@theholtcher, @afrodistrella, @ThePeonies, @starryofvincent—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

ily harrow and howlsss

THE TURN OF THE MOON: (365/365) ＋⠀⠀
Happy New Year, neighbours and howls!

another year has loosened its grip and slipped back into the dark. we stand here still—marked by long nights, calm perseverance, and the truths that came to us only after silence. some of whose wounds crossed the threshold with our lives; some lessons finally learned how to linger. as this new year begins, may you step forward by instinct when certitude fails, and slow down when the world demands too much. let the moon remind you that becoming is not out loud—it is merely cyclical, gentle, and often solitary. Let yourself carry the lightness of what was and still choose to walk forward.     𖬺    

may 2026 meet us tenderly in its harsher and harrowing moments. let our hearts truly stay awake, sincere, and a bit untamed. keep going, even in the dark, we’re not lost.

／ always under the same moon, with love
🐺 @TheWyrmharrow