Morning, Eyris. Have a great day.

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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: @blissette, @SerenityOfEnami, and @TheRedFern. 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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(HFW)  Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,

Hail 'O Hjert! Feather caught in my palm. I, (your name, @ username) under the wings carried by your muse (year), must think it's fate to be one of your family. Lock my call if you let me.

Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.


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