Wyrmharrow; The Aureate Affliction of the Lunar Scion.
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[BIL] 2024, NOCTURNA πŸŒ‘ (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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howls! malem ini kita lagi ke night market buat cari jajanan yang menggiurkan, pastinya pada morotin duit Uncle DK & Uncle Kevin. pasrah aja dah kata mereka, yang penting ga tantrum. dd Kya & Karina bagian ngabisin minuman, Heeseung, Xuning & Jeongwoo bagian cekrek cekrek, Uncle Kevin mainan sama kucing, Uncle DK bagian habisin makanan. anak anak happy Uncles pun happy
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On a splendid sunday summer day, Wyrmharrow's Donghwa and Cherrilane's Sui decided to embark on an adventure through the local park. The sun radiated brightly in the azure sky, casting a warm glow over the vibrant landscape. As we meandered along the winding paths, we were captivated by the breathtaking scenery that surrounded us. β€œLook at those magnificent flowers!” Sui exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. We paused to admire the colorful blooms, their petals dancing gently in the soft breeze.
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wandering through the cobblestone turns, swift’s minji & wyrmharrow’s jeongwoo caught a faint thread of melody woven between cafΓ© chatter and the shuffle of passing feet. as if the tune was sewn into paris itself, and for a moment, to us too. <3
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The street lights are dim, the tarmac is still warm, and the wind carries the remnants of stories that have not been wrapped up for the day. And here, Wrymharrow's Jay & Luthien's Jake. Two souls caught in the quiet current. Nggak buru-buru. Nggak ke mana-mana. Just letting the night unfold the way it wants to slow, honest, and a little heavier than it looks.

"The night doesn't ask you to speak. It just wants you to feel."
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