It started with Eyre’s Shuhua stepping out into the sunshine and Luthien’s Jeemin showing up from next door with that “let’s go somewhere” look! 👀✨

And here we are! We wandered under trees where the light felt warm and golden, we picked up way too many flowers... What I meant is really a lot of flowers. 🙂‍↕️ Because, they were just too pretty to leave behind, and kept stopping to take photos of everything! Somewhere between the flower shop and grabbing boba, we were already laughing like the day was only reserved for us. And by the time we headed home, our hands were full, our phones were full, but our hearts were even fuller of these beautiful core memory! <3 Anyways, happy weekend, fellas. 🙌🏻

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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: @HouseOfEtherhail, @Heeliarch, @TheMorseviic, @TheMordis, @TheDrysdale, @Woncrest. 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: @TheHansley, @TheAusteense, @TheDoucheron, @sethlore, @MertzlanFamilia, @Monarchyson, @TheWyrmharrow, @REBELISSUE, @SylvanOth, @Delmeist. 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: @RuhmerAhl, @TheEdurne, @Ellvius, @Schouvert, @HouseOfLuthien, @Ostendl. 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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Happy mensive, Eyre!

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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: @SoeurLand, @HouseOfCassele, and @IVERIEZ. 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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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive @SoeurLand, @TheRosenvelt, @HouseofCassele, @Iveriez, @HouseOfEyre. transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.


ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.

Black File #07-ADX | Operation: Everbound Coordinates locked.

The vehicle hums beneath them—steady, relentless. Laughter filters through the static of the open road. Every turn, every detour, another coded entry in their shared mission log.

Today, @HouseOfEyre, @TheRosenvelt reaches a classified milestone. Their bond? Deep-rooted. Unbreakable. Like old trees that whisper secrets to the wind. Nature watches. The wind listens. Even the birds adjust their flight.

Fuelled by something no system can track—connection, grit, and the refusal to fold.
They roll forward. One road. One rhythm. One purpose.

Guardamos—Protegemos,
Casa de Diaz.

THE SERAPHIC ENSEMBLE OF SEASONAL SYMPHONY: TRINITY OF TRANQUILITY. (✷)

In a cavalcade adorned by the vivid blooms of spring, the wistful auburn of autumn, and the crystalline hush of winter, an alliance of seasons conspired to orchestrate a sacred harmony between the seasonal ancestries. Verdant whispers of renewal entwined with ochre echoes of reflection, all cloaked beneath the glacial serenity of endless warmth. This trilateral embrace forged an environment where consanguinity flourishes—not through mere presence, but through the shared cadence of solicitude, tenderness, and continuity. Henceforth, we extol the sanctity of reciprocal unity, guided not by season’s dominion, but by their coalition; @HouseOfEyre, @SoeurLand, & @Iveriez. The seasons, as kindred spirits, bespeak of an eternal promise—that love, like time, finds its most glorious form when shared in harmony.

Sincerely Written, 家三口季节,
@ZhouSeason. 🔖
 

ㅤㅤ๋࣭ ⭑ 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

🕯🌕... looking for a ray of light amid the energy of humanity's intriguing mortal life, caught between the mortal world and eternity.

ㅤㅤAs a souvenir, we bring you the warmth of the noon sun @TheRosenvelt, @Iveriez, @HouseOfEyre, & @HauntMinds. your valuable memories will never be forgotten, like the centuries-old denizens of endless darkness.

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝘀 :

๋࣭ ⭑ @TheGeldart  ๋࣭ ⭑

Verses for the Noble: A Salutation of Souls. ✶

As the days unfold beneath a golden sky, the unparalleled privilege we share in this camaraderie. Ivy creeping steadfastly along an ancient wall, nurtured by the tender moments that pass between us in effortless harmony (&’) Through both tranquil hours and moments of challenge, we remain resolute, grounded by the shared spirit of unity. ✽

In humble reverence, we extend our most sincere Mensive benedictions to:

@HouseofCassele (&.) @HouseOfEyre

( ✼ ) May we continue to move through time with the serene assurance of those who have long known the quiet joy of belonging to something greater than themselves. Each step forward guided by the light of our collective understanding.

Our legacy laced in quiet spectacle, Meirhärt.