HOUSE OF EYRE: The last Alexandria, mercy for the lost.
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(ENG.) The @EyreFamily, what’s left when mercy rots. Shadows that walking with memories and silence, we wear them like scars.


Between the silence of the dead and the screams of the dying, we endure by @Eyrerobot x @Eyresfsbot (for mutual)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓆩 椿ついに地に舞ふ 𓆪
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ The Camellia Petals
ㅤㅤㅤ ༘⋆ㅤ Have Begun To Bloom.ㅤ . ݁₊ __ㅤ

ㅤㅤ xx:07ㅤㅤ #KaishuInBloom.ㅤㅤ🌺
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                    SPARKS RISE FROM RUIN:
                     SALUTATIONS LETTER. 𖥠

The world has collapsed into shadow. Joy is a memory, and trust has turned to ash. Yet even here, in the silence after the storm, we speak, not to comfort, but to remind: something still breathes beneath the rubble. A FLICKER &. PULSE. A stubborn will to endure. Those we hold close: @SoeurLand, @HouseOfCassele, @IVERIEZ, & @Caldune. Even as the sky darkens and hope seems like a cruel illusion, don’t let it die completely. Let it hurt, let it tremble, but let it live. For in every ruin, there remains a story. All for night, all for the consequences.

“And if it lives, so do we!” ── So rise, even if it’s only to crawl. Love, even if all you have left is ashes. For in that defiance, there is still a future waiting to be reclaimed.

We were here,
@HOUSEOFEYRE.
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Just hanging out with my girls! It’s Eunbin, Sophia, Sangah, and Ella, we’re having girls time todaaay ~ Sometimessss it feels unreal that I watched them laughing, growing up, and it somehow it reminded me how lucky I am to be their sister! 🫶🏻 These littleeee moments always speak to me how they mean everything to meeee! 🤍
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                    SPARKS RISE FROM RUIN:
                     SALUTATIONS LETTER. 𖥠

The world has collapsed into shadow. Joy is a memory, and trust has turned to ash. Yet even here, in the silence after the storm, we speak, not to comfort, but to remind: something still breathes beneath the rubble. A FLICKER &. PULSE. A stubborn will to endure. Those we hold close: @@ReverieOfAmity @LandOfHathaway @courthlace @Morbane @gowansuite & @FamilieSchumann Even as the sky darkens and hope seems like a cruel illusion, don’t let it die completely. Let it hurt, let it tremble, but let it live. For in every ruin, there remains a story. All for night, all for the consequences.

And if it lives, so do we!” ── So rise, even if it’s only to crawl. Love, even if all you have left is ashes. For in that defiance, there is still a future waiting to be reclaimed.

We were here,
@HOUSEOFEYRE.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
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ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE YOU’RE HOME.
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Tender embrace of family, we often face the challenge of losing our melodic essence amidst life’s symphony. Yet, when @HomeOfSwift opens the door to creative expression, it calls us to unveil our innermost sentiments and share our unique voices. We seek a diverse cast to bring this artistic vision to life. We invite participants born between:

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦
ㅤThe melody [Muse] was crafted with the creative input of [Name], born in [Year of Birth], and associated with [@.USERNAME]. Their passion and dedication have been instrumental in shaping this musical piece.

Walls hold stories whispered in quiet moments with @SwiftMailsBot, and light hymns through windows like a warm invitation. Here, hearts find rest, and belonging blooms quietly—THIS IS NOT JUST A HOUSE, BUT THE GENTLE PULSE OF HOME.
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