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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𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘚
An ode of a quiet poetry of souls that
brush against each other.

Soundscape built from longing, restraint, and quiet intimacy. It's the sound of recognizing someone with your heart, even if your paths only crossed once.

Each Chord Is A Step Closer
To The Edge Of A Moment
ㅤܢ𑁯ㅤׅ 🃏 promise painted in blue
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
᠅ The Star Chapter: Together ५.
"BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS"

In a world where the spell is broken,
We're beautiful strangers
. 𖥔
(http://youtu.be/IcwHopeT5gY)

Some of the most beautiful connections are the ones that come and go like a passing light. Then, let's etch those moments by cherish each second of it.

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Let it teach you that love, understanding, and connection don't always need names, or longevity. Sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that never had a beginning or an ending.

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After a breakfast with some fun karaoke, We, Berthouven's DK, Courthlace's Seungcheol, Lamercy's Jeonghan, Eyre's Joshua, Vermillion's Hoshi take a swim to refresh the mood and then linger a little longer, just enjoying the stillness and the afterglow of all the fun.
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                  ㅤㅤㅤ
                    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: @Myldemoor. 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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