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Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
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Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this ever-rare moment of radiant worth: short yet grace-laden. Season of sunbathing has come upon us when hearts rejoice in triumph. 🌻
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @soeurland, @HouseOfEyre @HouseOfCassele, @Iveriez, and @Caldune turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @soeurland, @HouseOfEyre @HouseOfCassele, @Iveriez, and @Caldune turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
Forwarded from Requiem Tarnished Heir, The Family of Willem.
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‘ⓘ ── … Aforementioned sepia-toned miniatures divulge a panorama of vanished innocence in a decade compacted alongside pastoral persuade and aristocratic occasions. Chatted inconspicuously underneath the delicate light of a chandelier bulbs, their faces beaming amid the sentiment of camaraderie and convivial firm.
❪ Profound sincerity and admiration is extended towards: @houseofcassele, @IVERIEZ, @HouseOfEyre, @HauntMinds, @SoeurLand and @TheRosenvelt. ── On this momentous occasion to celebrate your mensiversary. ❫
This significant occurrence commemorates the culmination on 19th of August, shared endeavors ushered in by regard for one another.
With Sincere Reverence and Harmonious,
@TheWillems.
❪ Profound sincerity and admiration is extended towards: @houseofcassele, @IVERIEZ, @HouseOfEyre, @HauntMinds, @SoeurLand and @TheRosenvelt. ── On this momentous occasion to celebrate your mensiversary. ❫
This significant occurrence commemorates the culmination on 19th of August, shared endeavors ushered in by regard for one another.
With Sincere Reverence and Harmonious,
@TheWillems.
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(late post t__t). look who's prettier, eyriss? me or the sunset behind me?? hmm i guess it must be me 😙😙
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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: @LandOfHathaway, @PolkaRiot, @berthouven, @gowansuite, @FamilieSchumann, @Internerdz, @courthlace, @Morbane, @ReverieOfAmity. 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: @LandOfHathaway, @PolkaRiot, @berthouven, @gowansuite, @FamilieSchumann, @Internerdz, @courthlace, @Morbane, @ReverieOfAmity. 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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Forwarded from KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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──────── INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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──────── INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], [USERNAME] wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration.
( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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Good morning, Eyrisss! Happy Wednesday. 🫶🏻
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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: @CampofLachers, @Dreadstrange & @BarbieSociety. 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.
ㅤㅤㅤ
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: @CampofLachers, @Dreadstrange & @BarbieSociety. 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.
ㅤㅤㅤ
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