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CHERRY SEASON IS COMING SOON 🍒
From the heart of our family farm, where red cherries have been blooming for generations, we celebrate the next month in our journey together. Like the roots in our trees, our bonds grow stronger with each passing season. To those with happy families or friends @TheWilkins @HeartSteallar @GhostOfMorthen @Roesjad @zeroeights, we warmly welcome the season that is about to arrive, always keeping our bonds strong and always being cherries that grow every day. Together, we care for more than just cherries: we care for a heritage that will flourish for future generations. Make today a happy day, filled with laughter, shared moments, and growth both in our cherries and in our hearts. May the day you celebrate this harvest be blessed, abundant in effort, and colored by the warm deep red of the harvest we love.
With warmth and love, @Cherrilane.
From the heart of our family farm, where red cherries have been blooming for generations, we celebrate the next month in our journey together. Like the roots in our trees, our bonds grow stronger with each passing season. To those with happy families or friends @TheWilkins @HeartSteallar @GhostOfMorthen @Roesjad @zeroeights, we warmly welcome the season that is about to arrive, always keeping our bonds strong and always being cherries that grow every day. Together, we care for more than just cherries: we care for a heritage that will flourish for future generations. Make today a happy day, filled with laughter, shared moments, and growth both in our cherries and in our hearts. May the day you celebrate this harvest be blessed, abundant in effort, and colored by the warm deep red of the harvest we love.
With warmth and love, @Cherrilane.
Forwarded from House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑺, 1939
When the dominion of Men quavered beneath bellicose murmuration and the firmament above Kansas refused repose, there subsisted a parcel unindexed by chronicle nor sanctified by map.
“🔮” HEREIN IS SPOKEN THE
ㅤㅤ FIRST TURNING OF
ㅤㅤ THE WIND ...
ㅤ By word long spoken and
wind long waited, the Gate
ㅤ is now unsealed.
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ BLOODWARD CIRCLE,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ FIRST HEIR LINE,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ MIDBORN ORDER,
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ EMBERKIN,
Seeking the remaining asterism whereby the Ozian cosmogyral may attain its zenith. Let the registry of Taken Seats be consulted with due exactitude, that no designation be omitted upon the Luteous Path.
ㅤ Thereafter, consign thy
ㅤ particulars unto the
ㅤ Custodian of the Wind,
ㅤ @Steinwaldsbot, that the
ㅤ record be inscribed where
ㅤ storms are counted and
ㅤ doors are weighed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑺, 1939
When the dominion of Men quavered beneath bellicose murmuration and the firmament above Kansas refused repose, there subsisted a parcel unindexed by chronicle nor sanctified by map.
“🔮” HEREIN IS SPOKEN THE
ㅤㅤ FIRST TURNING OF
ㅤㅤ THE WIND ...
ㅤ By word long spoken and
wind long waited, the Gate
ㅤ is now unsealed.
ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ BLOODWARD CIRCLE,
(1994-1999)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ FIRST HEIR LINE,
(2000-2003)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ MIDBORN ORDER,
(2004-2006)ㅤ˓ 🪄˒ EMBERKIN,
(2007-2011)Seeking the remaining asterism whereby the Ozian cosmogyral may attain its zenith. Let the registry of Taken Seats be consulted with due exactitude, that no designation be omitted upon the Luteous Path.
Salutations, Steinwald! Herewith is tendered a sidereal petition, born of inward inclination, seeking admittance into the ongoing passage. I present myself under a chosen sigil—(Your Full name, @.Username)—set forth in the likeness of (Your Muse, Line). With due reverence, I submit this claim in hope of occupying a sanctioned seat, should the augury permit.ㅤ Thereafter, consign thy
ㅤ particulars unto the
ㅤ Custodian of the Wind,
ㅤ @Steinwaldsbot, that the
ㅤ record be inscribed where
ㅤ storms are counted and
ㅤ doors are weighed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ