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ㅤ𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛
ㅤ𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗗 | 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗘
ㅤ𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧. ✦

This is no lamblike breath from a fairie—fable scroll. Luzveris is the crevice of shouting the sky, the scream beneath the hush. Arise at the brink not aureate, not pure, forged in the battle of Good and Evil. (Bleeding from every crusade fought in shadows and light. Mensive dawns.)

Endless Woods, ripping crowns from trembling heads and dragging liars into the glare of truth: @RebelResonance @YJFluence @Beomquesters @Edenearth @THIRENSOLES. who hone your appellation like shank, cutting through masks with every glimpse. They are carved deep into this tale, raw and eternal.
Where every rule burns and every bond is tested until it bleeds. You, who tread on the heels of us through every chapter you are no bystander. You are entangled in being blasphemous in future.

The tale twists, the curse deepens. And you
are bound to it now, @Luzveris.
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@Edenearth, @YukiEiko, @The13thSyndicate, @wonhheart, @THIRENSOLES, @KatsOfCovet and @LegacyOfDustborne—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow

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ㅤㅤAㅤSKYㅤSHARED,ㅤAㅤSTORY
ㅤㅤREMEMBERED ⬪ TRIBUTE TO
ㅤㅤTOGETHERNESS. ───────

On this commemorative day, they did not merely mark the passage of time, but honored the quiet marvel of convergence.

ㅤSERENDIPITOUS CROSSING
ㅤOF LIVES ONCE ADRIFT IN
ㅤSOLITUDE.ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ Shared Journey Became
ㅤㅤㅤ 🌠 ..〕A Delicate Reverie:
ㅤon this date, they did not simply
ㅤreminisce, but reaffirmed. Reaffirmed
ㅤtheir shared name and their intricate
ㅤconstellation of moments.

(..ㅤBLESSED THOSE WHO
CELEBRATE VICTORIESㅤ..)
@Edenearth, @Thirensoles, @The13thSyndicate, @RebelResonance, @wonhheart &. @YJFLUENCE

“Through silence, through distance, through time. A cosmic harmony born by recognition.”

Let joy be mantle, laughter filled with melody, and love that guides.
⠀▏THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
⠀▏21ST JULY 2025.
@ReverieOfAmity ✶ With melodious tunes that resonated with the very essence of happiness.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 
JULY OF 13TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)

Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.

Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @RebelResonance, @Edenearth, @YJFluence, @Legacyofdustborne, @THIRENSOLES & @Beomquesters. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ  /ㅤ  NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots  balsa and  grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE HAWKINS (&.) that's
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow it ㅤshould be.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( S. 13, 2025)ㅤ| ㅤMany Tears
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ㅤ
ㅤ⎈ : “As the young red-haired girl” seemed to hover in the middle of her step brother's grave, no one knew for sure as her friends surrounded her as if making a deal with God, with Kate Bush's music box accompanying them. It may seem like a normal afternoon sky, but come November, trust me, it will be a reddish sky as Vecna runs amok and tries to fight with tough girl number eleven. No one knows what the end of the upside down world hunters will be like, the angels are praying for them and wishing them congratulations that will either be truly celebrated or not with @Edenearth when strange things run for their lives, and believe that this is their last day to run together or at least to breathe the same air.
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ⓘ FROM THE EXISTENCE OF THE DEMOGORGON ❜ to Hawkins National Laboratory, to Hawkins' school's end-of-year party, it's all so strange yet fun as we all dance to The Polite's song in the milieu.

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