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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–’08), 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.

Nothing beats sharing a meal with the people who make life feel warmer, right? It all started from our completely unplanned plan, Ghislaine’s Sungchan suddenly suggested BBQ and everyone instantly agreed. Schumann’s Wonyoung and Wellington’s Nagyung spent the whole time chatting and laughing at Clardforge’s Siyeon’s jokes. Once the grilling started, Norbury’s Karina was the most excited to take over the grill, while Myldemoor’s Nakyoung and Vermillion’s Gaeul waited enthusiastically for the food to be ready. Velthrone’s Xinyu kept sipping her drink because she loved it that much. Montgolfier’s Yunjin is clearly having the time of her life with that grilled meat. Duisterg’s Jongho, Eldraeth’s Sunwoo, and Calsearth’s Yeonjun even played rock-paper-scissors to decide who had to grill the next batch of meat. Rühmer’s Wooyoung snaps a photo before eating because he knows he looks extra stunning today.

After we finished eating, some of us still weren’t full, so we ended up going grocery shopping together. Grocery shopping with friends is always pure chaos! Scarvaine’s Chaewon keeps grabbing a bunch of unnecessary things, Morsevic’s Yujin smelled durian and instantly ran away. Rühmer’s Ruka and Duisterg’s Ryujin stood in the same aisle for almost 30 minutes because they couldn’t decide what to buy, Vermillion’s Sungchan encourages them to pick whatever catches their eye. Vermillion’s Wonbin who’s always the most updated kept searching for the latest trending snacks. Scalden’s Shinyu watched everyone shop while munching on the snack Eldraeth’s Sungchan picked out from the snack aisle.

/ttαlikk ujung bαju nnα ; pelhαtiin mmαs yαnn αggie ccibuk ; nunduk perlαhαn/ eum swOlly dαddy, αkku mintα mααf ne? mmαs tαwuu ndα thαlαu αkku mαs cuekin bαtrαi αkku yyαn hαbies αndeu αkku ndαα biccα mαm esklim kαlnα tidαk enαk αggie hUh~ /ppweluk mαs ; sun in pipi nnα/ αkku jjwαnji αkαn selαlu dengerin mαs && nαkαl lαggi /tαtαp puppy eyes ; usαp Ppipi nnα ; giggles/