HOUSE OF EYRE: FROM ASH TO ALEXANDRIA
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(ENG.) The @EyreFamily, whatโ€™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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๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ New Blood for the Dead: Who Joins the Family Next?
In a world where the dead walk and the living barely survive, family means whoeverโ€™s still breathing or not. The safe zoneโ€™s running low on trust, ammo, and time.
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51%
The Quiet One: Donโ€™t talk. Donโ€™t sleep. Just follow. Still breathingโ€ฆ
34%
The Scout: Knew the roads. Got caught once. Still useful if you trust me.
15%
The Bitten: Hiding it. Still fighting. Just donโ€™t ask how long Iโ€™ve got.
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ใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…ค ใ…ค     BEWAREโ€”THE      APOCALYPSE
                     ใ…ค       HAS BEGUN.

ใ…ค
On August 3rd, we take back what was once ours. The illusion of safety has shattered; the epoch of ruin begins. What comes nextโ€ฆ is survival. #FromAshToEyre ๐ŸงŸ

The earth lies gutted; civilization a myth, comfort a relic. What remains is bone and ash, the stench of memory, and a sky that no longer promises dawn. This is the Appcalyps, and in this new order, comfort is a myth.

              โœ‹ ๐˜ฝ๐™๐™ ๐™‰๐™Š๐™ ๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™‡ ๐™„๐™Ž ๐™‡๐™Š๐™Ž๐™ ๐Ÿคš

Beyond the chaos, one bastion still breathes. The Gate stands, not in grandeur, yet carved from a wreckage; a place for the broken, the hunted, the still-breathing. Whether youโ€™ve lost your shelter, your family, or even yourselfโ€”HOUSE OF EYRE is open. It calls you home.

                        โ˜ ๏ธ โ€ข JPG    โ€ข MP4 โ˜ ๏ธ

This sanctuary did not bloom from stone alone. Our enduring gratitude to @TRNDSETTEE, the artificer of this emblem. To those in need, slide through. One call away, @EyreRobot. From its core, we rise. Through its code, we remember: what it means to live, not merely to survive.

If there is still marrow in your hope, if your heart beats not in fear, but in refusal, this is your calling. Your last safe zone. Your flicker of light in a blood-drenched dusk. For we do not walk toward the end. We meet it head-on.

       ใ…คTHฮฃ APร˜CALYPSE Hฮ›S ARะฏIVษ†D,
ใ…คใ…คใ…คแบžUT Sร– Hฮ”VE Wฮฃ. Aร‘D WE ARษ†
ใ…คใ…คใ…คNร˜T Mฮ›DE Tร• PEะฏรSH
ใ…คใ…คใ…คโ• SO EASฤชLY  ๐Ÿšธ

ใ…ค
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Hello, Neighbors! It seems like some of us having a little bit misunderstanding here. So, this is the example how to post our Twibbon:
Good news is here! They're finally showing themselves, emerging after so long. They are The Eyre! Mark your calendars: they'll appear one by one, unobstructed and unhidden, on August 3rd, 2025.

Support them by using this Twibbon: [https://t.me/HouseOfEyre/3545?single]. Just like us, @HouseofEyre also supporting them as they reveal themselves to the world.

Hope this helps and if you have any further questions, please feel free to contact our familyโ€™s member who sent you the invitation through your bot. Thank you!
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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค THE BLEEDING SILENCE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คOF   H O U S E  O F  E Y R E

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คWhere the Living Still Remember.


ใ…คใ…คโœฆ. The world ended, but we didn't.
ใ…คใ…ค      Our bond survives the ruins
ใ…คใ…ค      each footstep echoes a story,
ใ…คใ…ค      each soul a scarred legend reborn. โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท ๐–ฅ  ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค| ..โ€ƒH O U S Eโ€ƒO Fโ€ƒE Y R E ๐Ÿœƒ
ใ…คใ…คโ€ƒโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

โŸ THE SHADOWED LEGACY // Across ruined roads and forsaken fields, where the wind still whispers names of the fallen, a family marches beneath the rust-stained sky. The House of Eyreโ€”silent, resolute, and unbroken. Their eyes like fire-lit coals. Their bond, unshakable. They walk the aftermath, not as preyโ€ฆ but as the reckoning. Ash and memory cling to them like second skin, and every echo of laughter is guarded like gold.
They are legend, myth, and blood in motion.

ใ…คใ…คใ…ค(๐Ÿฎ) โœฆ OMEN-BOUND PATH
ใ…คใ…คใ…คRecorded in Fragmented Markings
ใ…คใ…คใ…คAlong the Long South Road
.


Within the husks of cities devoured by time, their banner still wavesโ€”a torn cloth sewn with kinship, courage, and consequence. Around their fire, tales are not told; they are engravedโ€”with dirt, with scars, with the sound of a blade drawn under a copper moon.

ใ…คใ…คใ…คThey do not merely survive. They persist.
ใ…คใ…คใ…คAnd in the silence between screams, they sing.
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค@HOUSEOFEYRE

Silent, resolute, and unbroken. Their eyes are like fire-lit coalsโ€”quiet but watching, burning through the fog of what once was. Their bond is not worn like armor, but carved like scripture across the soul.


ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•โ•ฃโœฆโ• โ•โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”


โ€œNo banners. No bullets. Just dust, faith, and the road. The wind knows our name, and the stars remember our faces.โ€

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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คBATTLER FROM ASH TO EYRE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ€„ใ…คใ…ค  ใ…คใ…ค  LIFE AFTER APOCALYPSE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค   MEET THE LAST FAMILY



(Bound by blood) and determined will, carved their sanctuary from the ruins, they're the last flickering ember in the vast. Laughter, repeatedly glazed with the echo of forgotten screams, grow into a defiant anthem and promise that even in the sorrow heart, life would find a way, and family would be its true vanguard. ๐–กน


๐–กป ๐– ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ,
๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—’๐—‰๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐–ฑ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–ฆ๐—‹๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ. ๐–กป

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ใ…คใ…คใ…ค The Terminus Found At Family's Dawn
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค       Kaelious Jethre Gmitrieve Eyre
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค    โœถ  โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€  โœถ

๐–ฅ”. ๐€ฝ Unscathed azure washed the earth after endless misery, they finally found their foothold wit every step took upon this once-silent land now echoed with relief, their hearts filled with a bittersweet gratitude. Once heavy with the stench of death and decay, now breathed with the scent of hope, morning dew clinging to the leaves, and the world seemed to inhale with them once more.


"Embraced by the gentle whispers of the wind, as if nature itself guided them toward the long-yearned peace."

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คThey discovered true freedom,
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คguardians of a love and life that
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คwould never destroy, (&.)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คhope bounded by the ruins.


Gust carried their story through the woods, past the skeletal remains of the old world, now silent witnesses to their struggle. The journey ahead remained shrouded in mystery, they knew that each breaking dawn was a solemn promise of tranquility  and an unwavering sense of belonging. With every passing moment, the world felt more intertwined. Each breath a sacred vow that they were part of something greater and threads woven tightly into the tapestry of time.  ๐– ป
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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คBATTLER FROM ASH TO EYRE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ€„ใ…คใ…ค  ใ…คใ…ค  LIFE AFTER APOCALYPSE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค   MEET THE LAST FAMILY



(Bound by blood) and determined will, carved their sanctuary from the ruins, they're the last flickering ember in the vast. Laughter, repeatedly glazed with the echo of forgotten screams, grow into a defiant anthem and promise that even in the sorrow heart, life would find a way, and family would be its true vanguard. ๐–กน


๐–กป ๐– ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ,
s๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—’๐—‰๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‡๐–พ. ๐–กป
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ใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค The Terminus Found At Family's Dawn
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค         Stephaniรฉrelle Vivienne Eyre
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค    โœถ  โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€  โœถ

๐–ฅ”. ๐€ฝ Unscathed azure washed the earth after endless misery, they finally found their foothold wit every step took upon this once-silent land now echoed with relief, their hearts filled with a bittersweet gratitude. Once heavy with the stench of death and decay, now breathed with the scent of hope, morning dew clinging to the leaves, and the world seemed to inhale with them once more.


"Embraced by the gentle whispers of the wind, as if nature itself guided them toward the long-yearned peace."

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คThey discovered true freedom,
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คguardians of a love and life that
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คwould never destroy, (&.)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คhope bounded by the ruins.


Gust carried their story through the woods, past the skeletal remains of the old world, now silent witnesses to their struggle. The journey ahead remained shrouded in mystery, they knew that each breaking dawn was a solemn promise of tranquility  and an unwavering sense of belonging. With every passing moment, the world felt more intertwined. Each breath a sacred vow that they were part of something greater and threads woven tightly into the tapestry of time.  ๐– ป
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ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คBATTLER FROM ASH TO EYRE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ€„ใ…คใ…ค  ใ…คใ…ค  LIFE AFTER APOCALYPSE
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค   MEET THE LAST FAMILY



(Bound by blood) and determined will, carved their sanctuary from the ruins, they're the last flickering ember in the vast. Laughter, repeatedly glazed with the echo of forgotten screams, grow into a defiant anthem and promise that even in the sorrow heart, life would find a way, and family would be its true vanguard. ๐–กน


๐–กป ๐– ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ,
s๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—’๐—‰๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐–ก๐–พ๐—๐— ๐–ฆ๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ. ๐–กป
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ใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค The Terminus Found At Family's Dawn
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค                  Yelena Elsje Eyre
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค    โœถ  โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€  โœถ

๐–ฅ”. ๐€ฝ Unscathed azure washed the earth after endless misery, they finally found their foothold wit every step took upon this once-silent land now echoed with relief, their hearts filled with a bittersweet gratitude. Once heavy with the stench of death and decay, now breathed with the scent of hope, morning dew clinging to the leaves, and the world seemed to inhale with them once more.


"Embraced by the gentle whispers of the wind, as if nature itself guided them toward the long-yearned peace."

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คThey discovered true freedom,
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คguardians of a love and life that
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คwould never destroy, (&.)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คhope bounded by the ruins.


Gust carried their story through the woods, past the skeletal remains of the old world, now silent witnesses to their struggle. The journey ahead remained shrouded in mystery, they knew that each breaking dawn was a solemn promise of tranquility  and an unwavering sense of belonging. With every passing moment, the world felt more intertwined. Each breath a sacred vow that they were part of something greater and threads woven tightly into the tapestry of time.  ๐– ป
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