HOUSE OF EYRE: FROM ASH TO ALEXANDRIA
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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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(late post t__t). look who's prettier, eyriss? me or the sunset behind me?? hmm i guess it must be me πŸ˜™πŸ˜™
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                    SPARKS RISE FROM RUIN:
                     SALUTATIONS LETTER. π–₯ 

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: @LandOfHathaway, @PolkaRiot, @berthouven, @gowansuite, @FamilieSchumann, @Internerdz, @courthlace, @Morbane, @ReverieOfAmity. 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.

β€œAnd 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 KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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────────   INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.

It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lostβ€”of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. β€œWe are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.

And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], [USERNAME] wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration.


( ... CLASPED SEATS.) π–¬Ί (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.

γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€ROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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Good morning, Eyrisss! Happy Wednesday. 🫢🏻
⚑5❀5πŸ₯°5🀩2πŸŽƒ2πŸ†’2
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                  γ…€γ…€γ…€
                    SPARKS RISE FROM RUIN:
                     SALUTATIONS LETTER. π–₯ 

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: @CampofLachers, @Dreadstrange & @BarbieSociety. 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.

β€œAnd 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.
γ…€γ…€γ…€
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