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to my little lights, on this world children’s day, may your laughter rise like warm morning sun and your dreams bloom with the courage of wildflowers, may every step you take be held by gentleness, every tear be met with understanding, and every hope you carry remain unbroken, because each of you is a story worth protecting, a promise worth believing in, and a universe of your own making. i hope the world is soft to your growing hearts, and that you always remember you are cherished far beyond what words can hold. once again, happy world children’s day to my beloved kiddos ❤️. may your days be soft, your dreams stay alive, and your hearts never lose their light. grow gently, laugh freely, and walk forward knowing that ibun is always by your side.

—with a heart that forever holds you close, your beloved mother.

Today felt like opening a treasure box of old memories. Wyrmharrow’s Martin and Wyrmharrow’s Juhoon gathered everyone’s childhood photos, and suddenly the room filled with warmth. There’s Sarchner’s Youngseo with flowers painted on her cheeks, Cherrilane’s Ian looking adorable as he holds a dog with that tiny shy smile, followed by Grachter’s Juhoon lost in a soft daydream, and Halton’s Nahyun posing coolly with a skateboard like a mini icon. Then there’s Calsearth’s Yuha rocking a rabbit filter, Cherrilane’s Stella looking boldly confident, Loughrey’s Ian doing the iconic “hidup seperti larry” pose, Lorth’s Keonho happily eating cake, and Clyborne’s Juun sitting with such quiet grace it feels like a memory frozen in gold.

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                 WRAITH OF WARMTH
                    Still Alive. Still Mine.

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We didn't arrive to retrieve or ravage, but to inspect what fortune means to those who still stand in the Borderland. Because here, fortune is just another name for survival. With decency and intent, we present OUR FIRST-EVER-EVENT. An area created not from achievement, but from retention.


TIME KEEPS TO CRUISE—BUT FIXATION NEVER PALE. BETWEEN EXISTENCE AND FORFEITURE, WE ARE STILL HOMINID: In an sphere that keeps finale, we choose to keep fixation. Through words left behind, and warmth shared.


┼── Wraith of Warmth is a halt amid the havoc. An area where messages become matins, and simple words become code that we are still existent. For those who are forfeiture, for those who reside, and for those we haven't had the moment to curtsy. Tonight, we send our fixation in the most homonid way possible: through words. Because in Borderland, even spirits have the right to feel warm. 🎴

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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *

It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.

Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Uncle (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’02–’03), calm and wise, guiding through motion; the Middle (’04–’06), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’09), bringing light where the night doth linger.

CLAIM YOUR SPOT! 🚧🛑

Yo, Sveic! I’m (Name, Muse, Line, @Username). Steppin’ in to claim the spot as (Uncle/Eldest/Middle/Youngest). If this city’s rhythm matches mine, then maybe this is where I’m meant to stay.

Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐


ㅤㅤMAY THE CITY’S HUM LEAD YOU HOME.

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some days feel like those small, quiet miracles you only notice when you’re with the right people, and our moments together always end up feeling like that. we’re just glad this family somehow shaped itself around us, with all the soft, steady kinds of love we give each other. and there’s a warmth that really only shows up when it’s us. ♥️

happy children’s day,
cherrilane. 🍒
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