The Shadowed BloodMoon: Duisterg Clan.
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Heart of shadowed woodlands, where moonbeams dare not tread, lies the ancestral home of The Duisterg Clan. β€˜Quelling untamed urges: @DuistergBot (subs-for-subs: @DuistergSFSbot) plea be bound to the: @Duisterg. πŸ§›πŸΌ
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A cup of artisan tea is not solely a bearing upon relish, but the story it holds. Every sip embodies their dreams and journey. Endowed artisan’s hands, with care to bring warmth and laughter to House Wellington.

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UNCLE & AUNTIE (1993 - 1998)
ELDEST CHILD (1999 - 2001)
MIDDLE CHILD (2002 - 2006)
YOUNGEST CHILD (2007 - 2009)


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and we will welcome you with a cup of tea.

Dear House Wellington. I, (your name), want to convey my earnest scrutiny to be a part of your warm family. With regard, this is my sole identity (usn), (muse name) was born in (year).



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Somewhere between coffee breaks and cloudy skies, I find a little calm in the noise. The city never really sleeps, but I guess I learned to move with its quiet rhythm β€” slow, steady, and a bit lost in thought.
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I only love duis and my fams ouh i'm sorry.
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myb hi, siapa kangen eunchae duisterg
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We didn’t really plan anything today β€” it just started with, β€œlet’s go out for a bit.” And somehow that β€œbit” turned into hours of wandering from one place to another. The air felt soft, the sky was clear, and everything seemed to move slower in the nicest way. We walked by the river first, where the wind touched our hair and the sunlight made everything look like a scene from an old film. It was quiet, peaceful, and Moka Duisterg’s laugh echoed through the breeze β€” the kind that instantly makes you smile without realizing it.

Then, as the afternoon light started to turn golden, Yuha Schumann’s energy took over. Suddenly we were heading somewhere new β€” city corners, fences, palm trees, and a playlist that didn’t quite match the vibe but somehow felt perfect. We stopped every few steps just to take photos, pretending we were on some kind of secret adventure, even though it was just another day under the same sky. β™₯
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