Forwarded from ROUZE: The Quiet Kin.
Hi, Rosies! I, Rouze's Carmen, had a wonderful dinner with Mirthwood's Anton, Majerle's Pharita, and Ignis' Hanni. We spent the evening capturing the stunning scenery, getting a bit competitive over a few rounds of cards, and taking a final moonlit stroll to soak in the views. It was truly one of those unforgettable nights that you just want to hold onto. Oh, Ignis' Hanni told us to post the picture with malam chaos ini songs... what a night! #MalamChaosIni
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ROUZE: The Quiet Kin.
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Pdhl masih sore, kok udh malam keos ini
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Warm greetings! We, @HouseOfMirth, would like to inform all our mutuals that we will be temporarily suspending SFS activities. We kindly ask for your understanding and hope this announcement is received and read with care. Thank you for your time, attention, and continued support.
Warm regards, Mirthwood Familie.
Warm greetings! We, @HouseOfMirth, would like to inform all our mutuals that we will be temporarily suspending SFS activities. We kindly ask for your understanding and hope this announcement is received and read with care. Thank you for your time, attention, and continued support.
Warm regards, Mirthwood Familie.
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Forwarded from SJARN: The Winterwatch
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ㅤ (STATED OPEN GATE: @SJARNS)
ㅤ 🧳🛩ㅤ... ㅤ“Present Your Soul!”
Signs are not crests strength ascends. Chicago’s winter haven evokes through paradoxical libery, seasonal moratorium vouchsafed as respite for our soul. We subsist upon invocation that sculpted in frost. The skyscraper snatch toward snow-gray heavens, around these further emblems, postboxes yawn with unsent letters. Moreover, the scarves and mittens hanging ready. Streets stretch out white with frost, while taken list glows within.
INTERVAL CANTICLE “Devotee Aloneness!” Enticement: Telephones tolling through frost-smitten corridors, and so we summon
Declared amidst evermost avenue
beneath icicles, mufflers, and this
pleasant radiance solitary screens.ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ (STATED OPEN GATE: @SJARNS)
ㅤ 🧳🛩ㅤ... ㅤ“Present Your Soul!”
Signs are not crests strength ascends. Chicago’s winter haven evokes through paradoxical libery, seasonal moratorium vouchsafed as respite for our soul. We subsist upon invocation that sculpted in frost. The skyscraper snatch toward snow-gray heavens, around these further emblems, postboxes yawn with unsent letters. Moreover, the scarves and mittens hanging ready. Streets stretch out white with frost, while taken list glows within.
INTERVAL CANTICLE “Devotee Aloneness!” Enticement: Telephones tolling through frost-smitten corridors, and so we summon
2000-2010s family members wanted. If your soul aligns with us, proclaim it through @TheSjarnBot:Declared amidst evermost avenue
beneath icicles, mufflers, and this
pleasant radiance solitary screens.ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤNight of the 4th Frostfall, 2026.
˙⊹ 🌿.. Gazing upon the ancient woodland and moonlit branches,
ㅤㅤ The Mirthwood Lineage advances.
ㅤㅤ Each step, as exquisite as the beauty of nature, symbolizes eternity, joy, and gentle strength. It
radiates harmonious serenity through the bonds of togetherness.With the illustrious Highborn: @TheNorbury, @Tyunthera, (&.) @TheEldraeth the forest murmurs tales of loyalty, grace, and enduring hope. We celebrate the resplendent beauty, deepening the bonds of bliss with every passing moment. Each step leaves echoes of tranquility, each glance reflects the timeless splendor of Mirthwood.
With reverence and heartfelt affection: @HouseOfMirth
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Forwarded from Morthen : Awakening After The Static.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ💫 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ ✨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝟰𝟬𝟰: 𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀
𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀.
In a metropolis suspended between illusion and reality, where synthetic lightsoutshine the stars, something stirs beneath the surface.
A dormant sequence, long forgotten, begins to reassemble itself piece by piece, signal by signal. Each pulse carries a presence, each presence a story waiting to surface.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝟰𝟬𝟰: 𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀
𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀.
In a metropolis suspended between illusion and reality, where synthetic lights
A dormant sequence, long forgotten, begins to reassemble itself piece by piece, signal by signal. Each pulse carries a presence, each presence a story waiting to surface.
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