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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: @ectura, @TheAescendants @thesaltreign @MystiCats @TeenBuds. 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: @ectura, @TheAescendants @thesaltreign @MystiCats @TeenBuds. 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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❤1
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Look, Eyris. The puppies. Didn't you guys think they're cute? 🦮🦮🦮
❤🔥3🤩3🏆3🎃3🆒2⚡1🔥1💯1
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Forwarded from heartchupie. 𑣿
ㅤㅤㅤ silken auröras hum
ㅤㅤㅤ through the hush of dawn
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a quiet token of warmth &. moonlit fondness for dear hearts2hearts rpers 𓂃ꕤ𓂃
we're waiting for you at
dream vial and see taken list💞
(☕️ best love, @heartchupies)
ㅤㅤㅤ through the hush of dawn
07.7
dawnlight wind is hushéd ㅤㅤㅤ
a quiet token of warmth &. moonlit fondness for dear hearts2hearts rpers 𓂃ꕤ𓂃
retreat never laced edges
: they bloom along the edges laced with hush and waltz beyond.we're waiting for you at
dream vial and see taken list
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Eyrisss! Look at my new blue glasses that papi bought for me, does it suit mee??
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Forwarded from Ancestry of Maisonette, Myldemoor Familia.
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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD
In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST
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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD
In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.
ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)
ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)
ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST
I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.
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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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