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     FINAL FEATHER OF ELDRAETH: VOLS. 005.
      The Youngest Of The Line, Fragile As Dawn 
    Bound By The Whisper Of An Ancient Curse. ⚚

Born beneath the shadow of prophecy, they carried within them both the kingdom’s last grace and its quiet sorrow. To the elders, they were the final bloom of a fading garden; to themselves, a question the stars had yet to answer. Each movement they made shimmered with both promise and peril, beauty tinged with the ache of destiny.

And yet, in their gentleness lay defiance. For though they were called the final feather, their dance spoke not of endings, but of flight—an unbroken rhythm that reached beyond curse and crown, toward the fragile brilliance of what might still endure.. 🦢
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       HESKAËL ELDRAETH AS HALCYON
         “Telltale a longing heart, uttered
within its shadowed grace of swan.”
ㅤ                      (41:125.)

Feather from a winter solstice of Eldraeth, drifted by curiousity whispering beneath serene wish, drift witted in silence. Woefully enfolding a curse, dusk surrounding and another surreal torment. He speaks in whispers of wings and echoes of dawn, given a miraculously turned into invented kismet. An old truth enshroud graciously. Thus gloom night, unleashing freedom truly were an unforgettable memoir. Inherent as an epitome of a nightshade, bound with string that keen eventually cease any solitude and lead into memory of eternity. The pluck of its vibrant plume leaves a trace as a sign of bravery.

(The Halcyon meanders... ✉️!)
Through resonant of truth, created every steps bloom in the light of sobriety— veiled deceitfully.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄  ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ ┈┄──┈┄
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       KIERAN ELDRAETH AS SKYFOLD
             “Beneath thus vault of heaven,            
carved thus silence in rhythm.”
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A motion that radiance like an orb spread across the sphere,  adrebaline pulse of Eldraeth felt like the warm of daylight, occuring an indeed majestic turn. Burning deep in the twilight dusk, a phlegm of heat and breezingly wind suddenly wraps you into an unexpected divinely bliss. Twirled precisely against the eternity, became a spell touched the minutes into stillness. Each lift or turn echoes between heartbeats, captivated thus surrounding. Sacred, kind of surreal flowed of rhythm traces unseen constellation. An old tune carried devotion, a proficient souls leaves polish that lingered evermore.

(The Skyfold embraces... ✉️!)
Pageant of flames, a measure's mastermind— ceaselessly halts in reverence.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄  ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ ┈┄──┈┄
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      ㅤㅤ RENJI ELDRAETH AS LIGHTRAIN
              “Fate fallen down as it shattered,           
ㅤㅤㅤ a source of enlightened sincerity.”
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In the bleak of the night wherein sorrow and deaden prevail. Regarded as the light that shepherd each trails of Eldraeth. He blessed by the ancient, arise by divine fate that carved inside his veins, likely ended all existed torments. His fingers running veiled sutures through an open wounds. Plucking light and poured unseen elixir into the heart, able to shut etched scars. Its shadowed quietly soften, consuming inside the souls. Every strings made of moonlight that draw thin, and woven by the wind of the dusk.  Enfolding a beyond harmonies in any of existences.

(The Lightrain illuminates... ✉️!)
Vibrate of silver-stringed reverie, a starborne weaver in deity bloodline— another rarity.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄  ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ ┈┄──┈┄
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       RYOICHI ELDRAETH AS OBSIDIAN SPIRIT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ       “The wind remembers the
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ shape of a dancer’s breath.”
ㅤ  ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ   (41:125.)

Movement begins where silence exhales. Shadows bend to the rhythm of unseen grace, tracing fleeting paths through air that trembles under weightless command. Every motion carves a shimmer, swift and deliberate, blurring the line between descent and flight. The ground waits, patient beneath a body that forgets to fall. Each turn reshapes the dusk into motion, each breath becomes choreography. The air folds inward, carrying fragments of rhythm that rise, hover, and dissolve. Light clings to every outline before surrendering it to the dark, leaving afterimages that hum with the memory of motion. Stillness follows, not as an ending, but as a breath held in reverence.

(The Obsidian Spirit endures... ✉️!) a silhouette of motion and hush, born to teach the wind how to dance.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄ ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ  ┈┄──┈┄
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     FINAL FEATHER OF ELDRAETH: VOLS. 005.
      The Youngest Of The Line, Fragile As Dawn 
    Bound By The Whisper Of An Ancient Curse. ⚚

Born beneath the shadow of prophecy, they carried within them both the kingdom’s last grace and its quiet sorrow. To the elders, they were the final bloom of a fading garden; to themselves, a question the stars had yet to answer. Each movement they made shimmered with both promise and peril, beauty tinged with the ache of destiny.

And yet, in their gentleness lay defiance. For though they were called the final feather, their dance spoke not of endings, but of flight—an unbroken rhythm that reached beyond curse and crown, toward the fragile brilliance of what might still endure.. 🦢
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      MARCHELLE ELDRAETH AS GENTLEWHIRL
      “The shadow glows faintly when
ㅤㅤ imagination begins to move.”
ㅤ   (41:125.)

In the quiet theatre of dusk, light and darkness trade secrets. The air stirs with hesitant grace, gathering faint outlines that bloom beneath invisible command. Each gesture pulls the shadows into form—soft spirals, drifting ribbons, illusions that unfold like half-remembered dreams. The room itself seems to watch, holding its breath between awe and reflection. Every motion becomes a rehearsal of wonder. Darkness sways, learning rhythm from the flicker of intent, while light bends closer to see its counterpart adorned in mystery. Nothing burns, yet everything glows; the unseen takes shape not from mastery, but from longing. The air hums with the fragile balance between creation and collapse, between what is shown and what is felt.

(The Gentlewhirl endures... ✉️!) a conjurer of hush and shimmer, weaving theatre from the pulse of shadowlight.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄ ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ  ┈┄──┈┄
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       ㅤ CATANIA ELDRAETH AS SNOWVEIL
        ㅤ “Burst of jubilant excitement,                
ㅤㅤㅤ a joy-kindled lit a graces spark.”
ㅤ                             (41:125.)

She gazes upon the star-strewn night starry, with a glimmering eyes born of a star's longing, warmth blooming heartily. A quiet light that lingered, enchant nebula of Eldraeth. She poured her devotion and passion in each shift, an elegantly pirouetted. It feels like a threshold into something heavenly. The night holds its breath; even time dares not intrude. With joyous twirl like a fuse being lit, ignites an awoken spark, she's lifting her hands while the color thickens. A spark of stars forming beneath, a little flick of miracles. She dances not merely for beauty, but for the soul of the nature itself, a vessel of grace, devotion, and eternal flame.

(The Snowveil softens... ✉️!)
Cloaked in silvermist, carries a breath of supple charm— velvet tune enchased eternally.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄  ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ ┈┄──┈┄
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        REANNET ELDRAETH AS QUITEBLOOM
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    “Even silence hums when
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ kindness learns to sing."
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ        (41:125.)

Soft resonance blooms within still air, unfolding like breath upon glass. The vibration carries warmth through unseen corridors, stitching quiet light into wounded spaces. Sound becomes a pulse of gentleness, steady and unspoken, turning silence into shelter. Echoes gather around the invisible rhythm, weaving a fragile pattern that soothes rather than commands. Every tone drifts as if guided by memory, dissolving heaviness without force. Fragments of calm rise like dust in sunbeams, shimmering with patient purpose. The air, once ordinary, now glows with the weight of something remembered but never named. What remains afterward is not song, but calm—the faint shimmer of harmony that chooses to stay.

(The Quitebloom lingers... ✉️!) a soft architecture of harmony, restoring what time forgot to cradle.

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄ ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ ┈┄──┈┄
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      ㅤ KAERIO ELDRAETH AS CLOUDREST
ㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤ   “The sky listens closest to
ㅤㅤㅤ the heart that trembles first.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ   (41:125.)

Morning gathers softly around an unfinished spell. Air quivers with pale light, shaping fragments of intent that shimmer, falter, and rise again. Magic flickers like a fragile heartbeat—uneven, bright, alive with unrefined promise. Each pulse leaves behind a trace of warmth, a glow too sincere to disguise. Uncertainty drifts through every motion, yet the purity within it never fades. The current bends, sometimes breaking apart, sometimes mending itself in midair. Clouds above pause in quiet reverence, drawn to the innocence that steadies each imperfect attempt. The atmosphere feels lighter, filled with the hush of beginnings that do not yet know failure.

(The Cloudrest awakens... ✉️!) a tender vessel of unshaped light, carrying the first breath of magic unburdened by mastery."

ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ  ┈┄──┈┄ ִ  ᝰ.ᐟ  ׄ┈┄──┈┄
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🏹 ¢1104. WE WERE BORN OF LUMINESCENCE, CHILDREN OF A THOUSAND DAWNS, SPIRITS RAISED BEYOND THE VEIL OF MORTALITY.

Harbingers of renewal and quiet dominion, their names were once hymns in the temple of stars. We walk upon sanctified ground, where time itself kneels before legacy. The wind carries our radiance across forgotten ruins, in luce veritas, in anima aeternitas. Each step resounds like prophecy, gilded in purpose, an empire reborn beneath celestial decree. Grace is no longer fleeting; divinity has found its vessel, and through their light, eternity learns to breathe again. Their names echo through the firmament, not as mortals remembered, but as constellations reborn in divine order. 𐑉
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And thus, the luminaries rise
once more beneath the sovereign dawn,
bearing the sigil of immortal grace:
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤJefford Eldraeth, Algerant Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤGalleon Eldraeth, Mary Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBetrliné Eldraeth, Gwynette Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤKhirayu Eldraeth, Shimarion Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤMichiesa Eldraeth, Thiago Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAmaire Eldraeth, Nathfian Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNabietha Eldraeth, Yuisha Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHelena Eldraeth, Rhaenhart Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSaddam Eldraeth, Heskaël Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤKieran Eldraeth, Renji Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤRyoichi Eldraeth, Marchelle Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCatania Eldraeth, Reannet Eldraeth,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Kaerio Eldraeth.
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ㅤ ㅤㅤ  From the ashes of silence arose 
        clarity, and in the still air, 
            light found its heirs. 
ㅤㅤ          IGNIS RENATUS, LUX CORONATA.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ                 —✶—

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A solemn gratitude to all who have walked beside us through the veil of twilight. As the Obsidian Dove ascends, it carries whispers of fate and echoes of rebirth—a messenger between light and shadow, where beginnings and endings entwine.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ (  THE VEILED ERA  ) 
ㅤㅤ ㅤII. Revered Kin Beneath the Eclipse
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  Arcane  ..  00 : 09  Silent Oath
ㅤㅤㅤ     Sonata of the Obsidian Dove 


With reverence and an unspoken warmth, we extend heartfelt appreciation to every soul whose spirit has kindled this vision:
@rJakeh @Carandle @CatalogWO @Sungcfhan @cZhangHao @KeeonhoAhn @Ningninq @oJawline @IsfaLee @Yoofnaseol @rjoobin @cKimSunwoo @hanjyhoon @YHEONJUN @HibrotaRiki @Eohoon @yuajimin @roseanre @Gawnin @VYUNWO @xTaesanHan @senoopyi

III. From shadows emerges a family bound by destiny—the bearers of the Eclipsed Lineage, whose bond with the Obsidian Dove weaves tales of sacrifice, faith, and transcendence. Each fragment of their saga glows with paradox: darkness cradling light, sorrow birthing grace.

{ % }  ..  In the final revelation, the dove’s wings unfold, unveiling the truth long concealed beneath moonlit vows. It is not merely a symbol, but a fate entwined with every heartbeat of this lineage—their name echoing through the dusk as The Eldraeth.



ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Veil Lifts
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ The Eldraeth's Kin
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ @TheEldraeth.



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