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The First Orchard Gate Of Cherrilanes:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒

The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.

This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.

ㅤㅤ🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
         ️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)
         • Parents Figure (1985–1995)
         • Aunty and Uncle (1996–1999)

ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
          (CHILDREN FIGURE)
        • Eldest Line (2000–2003)
        • Middlest Line (2004–2006)
        • Youngest Line (2007–2011)

With all my heart, I, (your username), vow to honor the heart of Cherrilane Heritage.
With (your muse) as my chosen form, born in the year (your line), I offer my soul, my words, and my quiet loyalty to the home that lives through grace, art, and everlasting warmth.

When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.

ㅤㅤ   Petals Inked By, @cherrilane. 🍒

        ㅤㅤGATE OPENING: FROM
        ㅤㅤGELDART MODERN
        ㅤㅤVAMPIRE FAMILY.

( 🩸🔍 ... )

Entrance to residence is not a castle, but a modern abode that holds silence and secrets. Family, once again, embarks on a quest to uncover enigmatic beings of night. In stillness of evening, gate creaks open slowly, welcoming with a whisper, “Welcome”. A list for registration floats in air, alongside potential members. Common folks may fill out form below. However, all those invited should first review TAKEN LIST, outlining available slots:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ• Father bunch Cayn,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1985 - 1995 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ• Uncle bunch Byron,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1990 - 1999 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ• Aunty bunch Dhampyr,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 1997 - 1999 )
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ• Children bunch Salvation,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 2000 - 2011)

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obscurity that shrouds us, amidst flowing mists of night and shadows, I manifest myself (YOUR MUSE + @.USERNAME) as (CAYN/BYRON/DHAMPYR/SALVATION), prepared to amalgamate with lineage of @TheGeldart 🩸

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Before proceeding—should you wish to receive correspondence and responses from us, please note we do not accept Double Famguy or Twins Muse. Be sure to consult TAKEN LIST to avoid unfortunate clashes. If you have submitted form, please forward it to assistant bot immediately at @GeldartHelpbot.

Birthday Celebration Filled with Love! Some people arrived, and others simply enjoyed the weekend, departing with abundant laughter and warmth. They brought along some sweet treats and leisurely pedaled bicycles, their baskets brimming with fruits and exquisite flowers. Nueil's Eunchae laughed merrily, playing bubbles with Caintje's Seowon. A birthday celebrated with a lakeside picnic, sweet, full of affection, and happiness! Few played with cats by the lake; Calsearth's Anton and Vermillion's Shinyu. A moment later, the arrival of Duisterg's Hikaru, who was sitting on the lakeside swing, interacting with the swans and butterflies, complemented the ambiance. Some lovely girls picked strawberries. Caelthwynn's Stella gently interrupted the oldest girl, bringing books to read and delicious food, so that she could savor the lake's serenity alongside Hartwell's Stella. Both of them were adorable, repeatedly asking Nueil's Gawon to take a photograph. Rabbits, cats, dragonflies, and butterflies also roamed about, gently teasing Nueil's Java; their endearing charm did not fade. Everything was delightful, without exception. Until the flower on the back of Nueil's Sangwon back was presented, celebrating the sweet girl who was growing older. The cake was neatly cut by Nueil's Myungjae, and distributed evenly. The warmth of this friendship will not vanish; it will remain enduring and will never become dated. The next celebration of love will come, on joyous days in the future. 🪷