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. “Look 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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Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
wandering through the cobblestone turns, swift’s minji & wyrmharrow’s jeongwoo caught a faint thread of melody woven between café 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."
"The night doesn't ask you to speak. It just wants you to feel."
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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 @TheFinches, @TheZachruelle, @Trisdarta, @GrimOfFost, @Fimesse, and @Sooreviel 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
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 @TheFinches, @TheZachruelle, @Trisdarta, @GrimOfFost, @Fimesse, and @Sooreviel 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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