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Forwarded from the pendleton: return to roots!
Hi, Pentons! Tonight, I Pendleton's Leehan, went out for a walk with Wyrmharrow's Taesan. We were just walking around, talking, and enjoying the city lights without any plans.
While we were walking, we found a flower shop near by the city. Wyrmharrow's Taesan stopped to look at the flowers, so I decided to buy a bouquet for him. I gave it to him before we left the shop.
He looked really surprised, then smiled while holding the flowers. Thankfully, the smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. Seeing him happy made me happy too. It was a simple night, but I'll remember it for a long time. Thank you, sayangku. ♥️
While we were walking, we found a flower shop near by the city. Wyrmharrow's Taesan stopped to look at the flowers, so I decided to buy a bouquet for him. I gave it to him before we left the shop.
He looked really surprised, then smiled while holding the flowers. Thankfully, the smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. Seeing him happy made me happy too. It was a simple night, but I'll remember it for a long time. Thank you, sayangku. ♥️
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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—@Fimesse @TheHutchinsons—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—@Fimesse @TheHutchinsons—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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Forwarded from WAVESPROJECTS #PeemMVPDay.
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Above the heavens (&.) Beneath the ocean's depths.
'When memories from countless places are captured by beautiful eyes, or forever preserved through the lens of an analog camera.'
ocular lenses./1987 ✉️
#23MilesWithPhuwin Time leaves its traces in unfamiliar places. A wanderer is not merely in search of landscapes, but of the quiet affections hidden between them. Every destination becomes another line on an unfinished list, while fear of the world slowly loses its language.
Above the heavens (&.) Beneath the ocean's depths.
'When memories from countless places are captured by beautiful eyes, or forever preserved through the lens of an analog camera.'
ocular lenses./1987 ✉️
#23MilesWithPhuwin Time leaves its traces in unfamiliar places. A wanderer is not merely in search of landscapes, but of the quiet affections hidden between them. Every destination becomes another line on an unfinished list, while fear of the world slowly loses its language.
Time, thought, the heart, and whispers dissolve into one another, becoming a nostalgia that no longer remembers where it began. 🧳