Duisie! I've been locked in the studio, chasing echoes for you to catch up. Hood up. Mic on. Mood: "making history" who’s ready to stream when it drops?? 💿💥

As the twilight descends softly upon our quaint abode, the last rays of sunlight dance playfully on the frosted windows. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg from our evening’s feast. Our sisters flit about the kitchen, their laughter ringing like music as they prepare a delightful spread of hearty stew and golden-brown biscuits, each one a labor of love. In the heart of our home, our eldest sister orchestrates the evening with a gentle grace, ensuring everything is just right, while our father meanders through the rooms, calling out to his scattered brood. Some of us are bundled up in cozy blankets by the fireplace, lost in the pages of our favorite books, while others are outside, marveling at the delicate frost that blankets the garden. The Sëretti Family opens its doors wide to those who seek comfort and kinship. We extend the stately doors of our ancestral home to those seeking a kindred spirit within a loving family. Our hearth welcomes:


     The Honorable Patrons of Wisdom (1998 - 2002)
     The Pioneering Generation (2003 - 2005)
     The Blooming Generation (2006 - 2007)
The Promising Generation (2008 - 2009)

"Greetings, Sëretti! Through seasons spent in quiet reflection, I humbly wish to join your loving family. My name is (YOUR NAME), and I embody (YOUR MUSE NAME), born in (YOUR MUSE BIRTH YEAR)—and known in this grand tapestry as (YOUR @ USERNAME/ID). It is with profound joy that I present myself as your (HONORABLE / PIONEERING / BLOOMING / PROMISING )."

To step into our haven, kindly send your details to our friendly gatekeeper @SerettiBot after confirming your muse isn’t already among our cherished guests. We eagerly await your arrival!

Talk about Lisbon and everything sweet within. This morning, Halton’s Hanbin and Duisterg’s Gyuvin took a walk through the sunlit streets of Lisbon. Where trams pass by and the city feels alive. Stopped for local treats: ice cream and Portugal’s famous pastries, the kind of sweetness that matches their mood. Sweet souls deserve sweet things. So tell us how was your weekend? Was it as soft and golden as theirs?