Eldraeth: Ebon Swan’s Eternal Manor.
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The Eldraeth—where the ebon swan reigns, shrouded in secrets @SutureEldraeth. Relive forgotten ethics, solve the world's mysteries, and immerse yourself in a realm of dark elegance. ⨳

@HouseOfEldraeth & @EldraethBot (HFW) @SFSeldraeth_bot (SFS)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎐 𝐓𝐖𝚰𝐋𝚰𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝚰𝐄
ㅤㅤLost in the swirling fog, the daring
ㅤㅤvoyagers followed their searching
ㅤㅤfeet through endless night, arriving
ㅤㅤat the threshold, untamed reverie

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.

THE ENCHANTED CHAPTER:
WHISPERS SPEAK,
FAIRYTALE DREAMS
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the subjects are in
a state of anticipation!

their eyes bright with expectation as they regard the door that, in the past, was merely an indistinct form on the distant horizon.

( i.) Parental Figures ( 1880 – 1992 )
( ii.) Aunties & Uncles ( 1994 – 1998 )
( iii.) The Eldest Siblings ( 1999 – 2003 )
     ( iv.) The Middle Kin ( 2004 – 2006 )
( v.) The Youngest Sprites ( 2007 – 2010 )

ㅤㅤㅤ| Politeli Uninvited : TAKEN LIST.

Into the forest of time, where dreams never freeze, there is your face like a constellation guiding me to follow your footsteps, even as the world turns to ash. The objective is to establish a unified family. @LuthienBot

Here, I’m incognito, a fresh spirit dubbed NAME + MUSE &. LINE, stepping into a whimsical fairy tale realm that’s as enchanting as it is delightful. May I?
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏
𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧!

A cup of artisan tea is not solely a bearing upon relish, but the story it holds. Every sip embodies their dreams and journey. Endowed artisan’s hands, with care to bring warmth and laughter to House Wellington.

🖋️. .༄ ‧₊

UNCLE & AUNTIE (1993 - 1998)
ELDEST CHILD (1999 - 2001)
MIDDLE CHILD (2002 - 2006)
YOUNGEST CHILD (2007 - 2009)


Express your desires through the post-mail,
and we will welcome you with a cup of tea.

Dear House Wellington. I, (your name), want to convey my earnest scrutiny to be a part of your warm family. With regard, this is my sole identity (usn), (muse name) was born in (year).



@HouseWellington 🍵

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Yesterday evening, it was me, Eldraeth’s Dohoon and my love, Tressel’s Jeemin, just the two of us waiting at the airport for our flight to Paris. It felt so good, ‘cause we complete each other and spent the whole day side by side. Those hours weren’t just about waiting for a flight, they were about us, laughing, talking, and simply existing together. And honestly, that’s what made everything unforgettable. 🇫🇷🤍
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selamat pagi soang, awali pagimu dengan tepuk sakinah dulu yuk?

berpasangan 3x 👫🏼👏🏻 janji kokoh 3x ✊🏻❤️ saling cinta 👩‍❤️‍👨 saling hormat 🫡 saling jaga 🫂 saling ridho 🤲🏻 musyawarah untuk sakinah 👩‍❤️‍👨
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ㅤㅤ  { 𑁍 }  ׂ THE MAJESTIC KIN JUBILATION
     THE BANQUET OF GRACE UNFOLDS ANEW
       ETCHED IN THE QUIET DEPTHS OF TIME
            A TAPESTRY OF SPLENDOR WHOLE


In the shadowed depths of eventide’s grace, the kin of the black swan gather in shadowed grace, their goblets gleaming beneath the moon's soft gaze. A feast of lace and mystery awaits, as whispers weave in the hallowed hall. To thee, @TheRushforth, @GyuTeam, @Clarkinside, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Monstaesan & @DeOphec, we raise our hearts and blessings, like silver rain upon thy name. As the black swan soars this night, our loyalty endures, steadfast and true.

"let this feast in honor stand a gathering
wrought by timeless hand, where   kin  of
midnight’s shadowed  line  celebrate   in
darkened  shine!” (...)

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    🪶.. )  with reverent heart
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ                @TheEldraeth
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We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not myth—we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.

We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.

Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.

MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!

We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.

Selection begins here. 👻

Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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