ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ VAN GOGH
“Rosebush in Blossom”

It is about art and its nitty-gritty, about the numinous things of loveth that always efficacious in the deepest heart of gentleman as his pellucid nature, about the music that plays beautifully on the old black disc that sounds clearer, about Van Gogh and his historic paintings. Isn't that painting so beautiful? There are unique things that characterise them when viewed and how they are made has its own story and artistic value, and to those who are now joyous on their magnificent day, of course.

“Great things are done by
a series of small things
brought together.” Van Gogh said when creating his rose painting. To the precious relationships that are now jublilant, to you: @SignorEsquire @TheRushforth @GyuTeam @TissueCIub @HunterBrigade @mysticseo @HusetTilSorguine @kaishusoke @Clarkinside @TheMeirhart.

With enchanting art, @StarryOfVincent is full of stars.

            𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖸: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸. ✷)

Once every moon cycle, on the fateful night of September 6th, creatures of the abyss convene for a grand revelry.  👁️‍🗨️🎓

A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts. 

we extend our cryptic salutations to (@kanfield, @KaishuSoke, @heartchupie, @monstaesan, @Clarkinside, @TheRushforth, @HusetTilSorguine, @DeOphec, @TheMeirhart) the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(6th.)  :  Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?

It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @KaishuSoke, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @Clarkinside, @heartchupie, @DeOphec who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.

Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht

halo world

kok ga bagi bagi es nya

bayar

knp pelit

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皆さまへ, With a heavy heart and profound sadness, today, September 21, 2025, we, Kaishu Sōke, have decided to step down and bring our family to a close — what may be called a DISBANDMENT. After much reflection, we have agreed upon this decision, and perhaps this is the path we must take. Some truths cannot be spoken, and with that, we gently allow our dear neighbors to leave this place.

It has been an honor and a joy to walk alongside you as neighbors. Every bond we have shared, every laughter, every warmth, and every fleeting moment is a treasure we will carry like the blossoms of the camellia — elegant yet transient, steadfast yet delicate. Though seasons may change, their beauty will forever remain in our hearts. ♥️

With gratitude and respect,
Kaishu Sōke 家