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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Eyrisss! Look at my new blue glasses that papi bought for me, does it suit mee??
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᭙ꫝꪖ𝓽 ꪖ𝘳ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪊρ 𝓽ꪮ 𝘳𝓲ᧁꫝ𝓽 ꪀꪮ᭙? ꪖ𝘳ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ᦔꪮ𝓲ꪀᧁ ꪮ𝘬ꪖꪗ? 𝓲 𝓳ꪊ𝘴𝓽 𝘳ꪖꪀᦔꪮꪑꪶꪗ 𝓽ꫝꪮꪊᧁꫝ𝓽 ꪮᠻ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪖꪀᦔ ᥴꪮꪊꪶᦔꪀ’𝓽 ꫝꫀꪶρ ᥇ꪊ𝓽 𝘴ꪑ𝓲ꪶꫀ. ꪗꪮꪊ ꪖꪶ᭙ꪖꪗ𝘴 ρꪮρ 𝓲ꪀ𝓽ꪮ ꪑꪗ ꪑ𝓲ꪀᦔ ꪶ𝓲𝘬ꫀ ꪖ ꪶ𝓲𝓽𝓽ꪶꫀ ᥇ꪊ𝘳𝘴𝓽 ꪮᠻ 𝘴ꪊꪀ𝘴ꫝ𝓲ꪀꫀ
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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)



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.


@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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