This year ends quietly, without asking me to summarize it. I don’t owe coherence to every moment I survived, or meaning to every turn I took. Some parts of me learned through endurance, others through rest, and both deserve to remain unpolished. What stays with me now isn’t resolution, but a softer attention... the choice to move ahead without compressing myself into a better version, only a truer one!

— A.R

This year ends quietly, without asking me to summarize it. I don’t owe coherence to every moment I survived, or meaning to every turn I took. Some parts of me learned through endurance, others through rest, and both deserve to remain unpolished. What stays with me now isn’t resolution, but a softer attention... the choice to move ahead without compressing myself into a better version, only a truer one!

— sweet cherry 🍒

This year ends quietly, without asking me to summarize it. I don’t owe coherence to every moment I survived, or meaning to every turn I took. Some parts of me learned through endurance, others through rest, and both deserve to remain unpolished. What stays with me now isn’t resolution, but a softer attention... the choice to move ahead without compressing myself into a better version, only a truer one!

— M.R

Thank you for pulling up and spending the end of the year with us. This whole night was really just about opening our home, sharing the table, getting to know each other a bit more, and enjoying the moment without rushing anything. Nothing fancy, just good company, warm conversations, and a space that feels safe to be in. We hope this open house feels like a place you can come back to, not just tonight but moving forward. As we step into the new year, here’s to more time together, more stories, and more moments that feel this easy. From our home to yours, happy new year 🍒🥂

Cherrilane's.

see you tomorrow, ceyis! don't forget to prepare your card for your beloved one

morning ceyis, jangan lupa ikut event day 2 kita hari ini! boleh kirim ke semua orang dan kirim sebanyak-banyaknya!

kalo masih ada yang dibingungin tanyain lagi yuk ceyis

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prepare your card right now ceyis, we will open our bot at 2 PM

Warm greetings to our shining souls! As a new year begins, our New Year’s Eve Session is now OPEN. Send your menfess through @ and share your hopes, gratitude, or quiet thoughts you’ve been holding onto. Let them bloom softly as we step into new beginnings together.

let's goo send ur mf ceyiss

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @Mwatthew exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
Shou Linth.

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @shityu exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
S.

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @cshinnyu exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
S.

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @Deseruve exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
S.

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @ENNVERSE exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
[EN-VERSE's Reinforced ♥️]

The calendar shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the world seems to exhale with it. What lingers now feels chosen, moments that didn’t demand attention, exchanges that carried weight without noise, pauses that made space instead of filling it. Somewhere within this quieter turning, @kenshiw and @stellakwm exists as part of what remains, threaded naturally into the days that continue. The coming stretch of time arrives without instruction or spectacle, settling in softly and leaving room for what endures. 🍒🎇

Until the year finds its rhythm,
Nav.