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Good eve, Eyris! Look what I just got from Pocari, hihi. Aren’t we—me and the cake—looks like a twins, Eyris? HAHAH
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FROM THE HEART OF THE LAST EYRE OF LONDON, WE RAISE OUR QUILLS AND OUR CANDLELIGHT TO YOU.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @Paranovrmal, @heartedpaws, @TheGritner and @calsearth.
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @Paranovrmal, @heartedpaws, @TheGritner and @calsearth.
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.
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today, Schumann’s Junghwan and Eyre’s Pharita didn’t do anything grand to spend their time together! xD. no fireworks, no fancy plans, just stairs and vending machines, buses with flowers outside, and ice cream melting a little too fast. 😋 😋 😋 it looks like us, wandering the streets like two chaotic NPCs on a side quest... but, hey! that doesn’t matter, right? as long as we have each other and we’re happy, everything can be such a lovely memories. :333 honestly, 10/10 would do it all again! even the awkward parts, especially the awkward parts. my beautiful Tuesday spent well with the beautiful person! 🥰 🥰 🥰
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FROM THE HEART OF THE LAST EYRE OF LONDON, WE RAISE OUR QUILLS AND OUR CANDLELIGHT TO YOU.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @TheLichtheim
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @TheLichtheim
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.
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Forwarded from What's next?
Were never meant for quiet nights or slow goodbyes. While others dreamed beneath soft sheets and streetlights dimmed into silence, we came alive, Halesworth's Scoups and Eyre's Joshua, two sparks in the dark. We weren’t running from the world. We were running into it, full speed, laughing. Every night with him was a beautiful mess. We crashed rooftop parties we were never invited to. We’d disappear down neon lit streets, hands intertwined, leaving behind a trail of stories no one would believe. Trouble didn’t follow us, we invited it, dared it to catch us, begged the night to try and tame us.
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FROM THE HEART OF THE LAST EYRE OF LONDON, WE RAISE OUR QUILLS AND OUR CANDLELIGHT TO YOU.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @Shineninng and @TheVansents.
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.
Your echoes through the cobbled veils of our neighborhood stir the dust of old enchantments and remind us—we send this message wrapped in moon-thread and memory: @Shineninng and @TheVansents.
The all kin of the London Below and those who walk the seam between shadow and shimmer—We thank you. For your trust, your nods in passing, your echoes of kindness. In this tapestry of corners and corridors, your presence is a light hung gently in the fog.
May your steps find steady stones, and your paths reveal unexpected wonders. We remain your ever-rooted neighbors, keepers of veiled paths, guardians of the old names and small magics.
Should you ever find yourselves at the edge of the map—know we are but a whisper away.
With candlelit cheer,
@HouseOfEyre.