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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: @calsearth, @TheGritner, @heartedpaws, @KinOfGreesacht, @Paranovrmal, @MoribundSyndics, @TemuGelanggang. 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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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: @calsearth, @TheGritner, @heartedpaws, @KinOfGreesacht, @Paranovrmal, @MoribundSyndics, @TemuGelanggang. 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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Forwarded from Vivre en Beauté, Beaulieu.
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The heavenly symphony of beauty resonates through the rolling hills and verdant gardens of the serene estate for the dearest, Beaulieu. The symbolic familial love, filled with the urge to bask one another with endless joy of companion. The beauty of heaven.
─── As the mansion’s doors open, a warm invitation echoes, seeking lost beauties to bask in the love they deserve. The angelic guardians of Beaulieu stand watch, their wings spread wide as their eyes careful selected what they sought:
‧ ₊ Mother figure (1980 - 1991)
‧ ₊ Oncs & Tatas (1992 - 1996)
‧ ₊ Children (1997 - 2005)
“
Bonjour, Beaulieu! I am {your muse name & line} + {your @}, here with the intention to share love through the tight famille bond with you. I come with a deep promise to unite with the famille that resides within these walls
.”
. . . 📜 🖋️
The messenger, @LeBeaulieuBot, awaited responses. Send your greetings, and let the beautiful journey begin.
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Forwarded from MONSTAESAN: Meant to be a Monsta.
[HFW] Warm greetings to everyone reading this! We’re organizing a special project for Taesan’s birthday on August 10, and we’d love to have your group join us! If your paguy, CC, or famguy has Taesan as a muse, you can send up to four representatives who can fully commit to contributing.
Please submit your confirmation in the following format:
to @monstaesanbot
Please submit your confirmation in the following format:
Hi, I’m (Name), (Username), representing (Paguy/CC/Famguy Name)
to @monstaesanbot
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Forwarded from Kep1er Projects – "The Rise of Tomorrow’s Stars" 𓇻
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A twist of twinkle where every scrutiny abide a mirrorball and every breath sings ɢʟᴀᴍᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ beneath the seafoam.
°:•.🐠 *.•🪸 .•:°
No rules, just gleam—questions glimmer like sea glass, settles echo like dolphin hoopla, and our thoughts array glitter heels on clamshell scenes.
Let the current
sway your crown. ♡₊˚⋆
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A twist of twinkle where every scrutiny abide a mirrorball and every breath sings ɢʟᴀᴍᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ beneath the seafoam.
°:•.
No rules, just gleam—questions glimmer like sea glass, settles echo like dolphin hoopla, and our thoughts array glitter heels on clamshell scenes.
Let the current
sway your crown. ♡₊˚⋆
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