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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—@MaisonOfNethers @Scenier @Dewmourne @YJFluence & @Sjarns—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—@MaisonOfNethers @Scenier @Dewmourne @YJFluence & @Sjarns—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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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—@Ningrounds, @TheMarelique, @RosierGateau, @Kasmadjaya—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—@Ningrounds, @TheMarelique, @RosierGateau, @Kasmadjaya—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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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—@Roesjad,
@GhostOfMorthen, @TheVisnja— 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—@Roesjad,
@GhostOfMorthen, @TheVisnja— 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 Família of Mertzlan: The Deep-seated Collapse.
The coffee had already turned cold before either of them noticed. Wyrmharrow's Jaemin was too busy crouching beside the window, convinced the afternoon light was "too good to waste," while Mertzlan's Haechan leaned back with an amused smile, watching him search for the perfect shot. "You're taking another one?" Mertzlan's Haechan laughed. Wyrmharrow's Jaemin simply lifted the camera with a grin. "Just one last photo." Somehow, they both knew that usually meant at least twenty more.
By the time they stepped back onto the quiet street, the sun had begun to settle behind the buildings, leaving golden light across the pavement. Their gallery was filled with candid smiles, empty coffee cups, and moments neither of them had planned to capture. It wasn't about finding somewhere extraordinary, it was about wandering without rushing, laughing over the smallest things, and ending the day with another story that somehow started with, "Let's just grab a coffee."
By the time they stepped back onto the quiet street, the sun had begun to settle behind the buildings, leaving golden light across the pavement. Their gallery was filled with candid smiles, empty coffee cups, and moments neither of them had planned to capture. It wasn't about finding somewhere extraordinary, it was about wandering without rushing, laughing over the smallest things, and ending the day with another story that somehow started with, "Let's just grab a coffee."
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Forwarded from DIARY OF THE HEFFLINS : A Page We Probably Shouldn't Post.
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Summer found the seventeen of us somewhere along the coast of Milos, where every wave seemed to carry another memory.
By the time our boat sailed back to shore, we realized it had never been about choosing between the sea or the beach. It was about sharing one beautiful summer together seventeen hearts, seventeen stories, and one memory we’d return to every time we missed the ocean. 🏝️🌺🌤️
Pendleton's Winter, stood at the bow of the boat, letting the sea breeze play with her hair, while Twenty Fold's Jay, couldn’t stop pointing at the endless blue stretching beyond the horizon.
Visnja's Heejin, Twenty Fold's Hyunjin, Wyrmharrow's Intak, Eldraeth's Sungchan, and Twenty Fold's Eunseok, were the first to jump into the crystal-clear water, laughing as they challenged each other to swim farther. Hesserhine's Jiwon, and Wilkins' Choerry, followed not long after, floating peacefully beneath the warm afternoon sun.
Meanwhile, Finches' Yuna, preferred staying on the boat, quietly enjoying the view with a cold drink in her hands. Edurne's Sohee, wandered along the shoreline, collecting tiny seashells one by one. Hefflins’ Chaeryeong and Twenty Fold's Seoyeon settled beneath a beach umbrella, talking about everything and nothing at all.
Hjërt's Karina, spent most of the afternoon taking photos of everyone, making sure no smile went unnoticed. Eelje's Minju, buried her feet in the warm sand, Berthouven' Giselle, read a novel while listening to the waves, and Pendleton's Ningning, simply watched the sunset paint the sea in shades of gold.
By the time our boat sailed back to shore, we realized it had never been about choosing between the sea or the beach. It was about sharing one beautiful summer together seventeen hearts, seventeen stories, and one memory we’d return to every time we missed the ocean. 🏝️🌺🌤️
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