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As night slowly settled in, The Justiciar invited The Custodier and The Beadle out for a small hangout at the mall. It started quietly, wrapped in casual chats and familiar steps echoing through the corridors. Nothing was rushed. We walked side by side, laughing at random things, stopping whenever something caught our attention as the lights above grew warmer.
Somewhere along the way, we ended up at the cinema. πΏ Sitting together in the dark, sharing snacks, reacting a little too much to certain scenes, whispering comments and laughing after. When the movie ended, the night still felt young, so we moved on to the bowling alley. The sound of rolling balls, pins crashing down, cheers for lucky shots, and teasing over the bad ones filled the space. π³ In between, we took photosβunplanned and effortless. By the time the night slowed down, it felt full in the simplest way, shaped by shared laughs and easy moments together. π€πΈ
Somewhere along the way, we ended up at the cinema. πΏ Sitting together in the dark, sharing snacks, reacting a little too much to certain scenes, whispering comments and laughing after. When the movie ended, the night still felt young, so we moved on to the bowling alley. The sound of rolling balls, pins crashing down, cheers for lucky shots, and teasing over the bad ones filled the space. π³ In between, we took photosβunplanned and effortless. By the time the night slowed down, it felt full in the simplest way, shaped by shared laughs and easy moments together. π€πΈ
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Forwarded from Le Chantier Mills : Maison des Γchos.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you thatβs been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(donβt forget to check our taken list)
β’ Oldest line (1999β2002)
β’ Middle line (2003β2006)
β’ Youngest line (2007β2010)
β’ Aunties & Uncles (1995β1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where youβre meant to be.
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No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you thatβs been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(donβt forget to check our taken list)
β’ Oldest line (1999β2002)
β’ Middle line (2003β2006)
β’ Youngest line (2007β2010)
β’ Aunties & Uncles (1995β1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (β¦), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where youβre meant to be.
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So this afternoon, The Usher, The Rector, and The Templar planned to go for a walk. But that plan was delayed because the two men took so long to get ready. π It took them two hours to get ready before we finally set off. The intention was to enjoy the sunset, but because they took so long to get ready, we barely got to see it.
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