Vansent’s Riki and the gang finally got together at the headquarters—our little haven where the world felt paused just for us. It had been way too long since we last hung out like that and the excitement was real. Some of us were cracking jokes non-stop, others just vibed and caught up on everything we missed. Vine’s Riki was seen sleeping there cuz he was the one who tired the most easily, either Wythers’s Riki is eating cuz he usually doesn’t eat often, but we force him kkkkk. Wyrmharrow’s Riki is playing a roblox game that really makes us almost fall off our ears, and Gritner’s Riki seems to be playing with the cat cuz he is an cat lover (but he’s fierce lol). That day felt like a warm patch stitched back into our lives, reminding us that no matter how far apart we get, this bond always finds its way back.

From the moment we stepped into the colorful chaos of the fun fair, it was nonstop giggles, candy-coated fingers, and friendly dares. Wyrmharrow’s Gemini tried to win Léclair’s Wooyeon a giant teddy bear (and missed—twice, what a shame), while Léclair’s Wooyeon dared Wyrmharrow’s Gemini to ride the spinning teacups until we both nearly toppled over with laughter. Between sticky cotton candy, wild carousel rides, and endless ‘just one more game!’ moments, we were a whirlwind of joy. A day filled with loud laughs because nothing beats a fun fair with your built-in best friend dearly neighborhood.
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good afte howls! lucu nggak casing baru ku hehe

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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD

In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.

ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)

ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)

ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST

I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.

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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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