House Of Etherhail: Beyond The Horizon.
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๐Ÿœ .. ๐—˜๐—ง๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—– ๐—ก๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ง๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—˜ ๐——๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—™๐—ง๐—œ๐—ก๐—š ๐—•๐—˜๐—ง๐—ช๐—˜๐—˜๐—ก ๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฆ ๐—”๐—ก๐—— ๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—œ๐—— โ€” wandering through the ethereal realms, collecting the whispers of the wind.

Tidy up @Ethciv! @EtherhailBot (HFW) & @EtherhailSFSbot (SFS & CONFIRM)
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Iโ€™m not the kind of person who enjoys leaving the comfort of home. Crowded streets, late hours, noise theyโ€™ve never been for me. But if its for Etherhailโ€™s Heeseung? Exceptions were made. I, Runeshardโ€™s Myungjae, didnโ€™t expect much from the night. Just fresh air and maybe a walk but somehow he made street food taste better, silence feel full, and every small moment mean something. And I might be enjoying the night a little too much or maybe just enjoying it because heโ€™s here.
๐Ÿ”ฅ3โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ2๐Ÿฅฐ2๐ŸŽ‰2๐Ÿคฉ2๐Ÿ’˜1
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Hii, Haily
๐Ÿ”ฅ1๐ŸŽ‰1๐Ÿคฉ1๐Ÿพ1๐Ÿ’‹1๐Ÿ’˜1
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jangan lupa dinner hailyy
๐Ÿ”ฅ1๐Ÿฅฐ1๐ŸŽ‰1๐Ÿคฉ1๐Ÿ†1๐Ÿ’˜1
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Good Night, Haily~ ๐ŸคŽ
โค1โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ1๐Ÿฅฐ1๐Ÿคฉ1
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Forwarded from LOUNJ CORNER.
๐Ÿšจ Tell a friend, tell everyone! A new base just popped up! @LounjCorner is the new spot to meet cool new peeps, make besties, or maybeโ€ฆ stumble into something you didnโ€™t see coming? ๐Ÿ‘€ Pull up, and letโ€™s cause some good and warm chaos together! ใ…ค
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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
       ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—˜ ๐—œ๐—ฆ ๐—” ๐—ž๐—œ๐—ก๐—— ๐—ข๐—™ ๐—ฆ๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ก๐—–๐—˜
ใ…คใ…ค ๐—ง๐—›๐—”๐—ง ๐—ข๐—ก๐—Ÿ๐—ฌ ๐—”๐—จ๐—ง๐—จ๐— ๐—ก ๐—ž๐—ก๐—ข๐—ช.  

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค โœผ ๐Ÿ– ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ.

Not empty, not coldโ€”ใ…คใ…คbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toใ…คใ…คcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleใ…คof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ใ…คใ…คใ…ค I find myself longing โ€”
not for a place, but forใ…ค people. For voices that
greet with care. ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค For hands that stay.

         For a family that feels
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คlike shelter.  This letter is
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค for you,  who  might        
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…ค be   willing ใ…คto  stayใ…ค  who         
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คknows      howใ…ค to ใ…ค listen.

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค Who has space in their heart to become
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คsomething to someone. We are in search
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค of a family โ€” not perfect, but present. One
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คoften. A place where roles are more than
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คnames, through days both easy and hard.

If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981โ€”1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996โ€”1999), Oldest Child (2000โ€”2002), Middle (2003โ€”2005), Youngest (2006โ€”2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as โ€œParents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngestโ€ ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!

Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connectionโ€” not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค May
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค๐Ÿ autumn
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…ค guide us home.

Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
        โ€”THE DELAIRE โ€™s.

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
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We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not mythโ€”we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.

We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.

Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.

MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!

We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.
Greetings! Iโ€™m (name & username). Iโ€™m genuinely interested in becoming a part of @Monstaesan and Iโ€™m committed to going through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration!

Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.

Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.

Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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