KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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The root recites every musing about those who are welded by fluid blood. Maroon ink splatters, branches mutter, and yet we remain—never wounded, for amiability prevails despite the ruins.

SFS & HFW. | @KheraeldRobot.ㅤㅤㅤ
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HAPPY NEWYEAR HAPPY MENSIVE KHERAELD 😭😭😭😭
HAPPY NEW YEAR && HAPPY MENSIVE KHERAELDDDDD 😭🩷 lia
Happy mensive and happy new year, Eldies! —Riki.
Oooo mensive. Happy mensive kheraeld my family my team~ Dan happy new year juga!
- Unc juyo
happy mensive and happy new year my kheraeld ♥️ -irohayaaa
새해 복 많이 받으세요, 엘디스~~ ♥️
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happy newyear nd happy mensive, Kheraerld nd eldies <3!
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheEldraeth, @Haormonys, @Tyunthera, @TheNorbury, @TheVentresca and @Grachter for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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ㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍
ㅤㅤ𝘈 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘪𝘹
ㅤㅤ New Chapter: #𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐮𝐚

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The hours do fold themselves about her, whilst-time long sovereign and seldom still in contemplative arrest, beholding the workmanship of its own long labour. Six-and-twenty years are now disposed into a mild firmament, each a vow inscribed toward the woman who remaineth still, at the axis of theirs.

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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheDeities, @GeislerVoyager, @TheVelthrone, @TheSchmidts, @OdWendissel, @LaMavieVine, @Mistlesoir, @ReissHousehold, @FlameOfIgnarev, for the commemorative fetes.

ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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ANNOUNCEMENT

To our beloved neighbors,
With sincere hearts–we wish to inform you that, due to personal and internal matters, we have decided to pause all of our activities, including HFW & SFS.

Your comfort and connection mean the world to us, and we hope you’ll continue to keep an eye on us as we move forward. We’re endlessly grateful for your love, support, and kindness toward us all.

With love always,
@Kheraeld
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yesterday afternoon was one of those simple walks that somehow stayed with me. Kheraeld’s Lia and i, Schumann's Soobin wandered around the city without a plan, just letting our feet decide where to go. the air was warm, the streets half-busy, and everything felt unhurried. we talked about random things, stopped whenever something caught her attention, and laughed like we weren’t racing the clock at all.

somewhere along the way, we shared drinks, crossed streets, leaned on railings, and kept teasing each other over nothing serious. Kheraeld's Lia kept pointing things out, i kept pretending i wasn’t listening, and somehow that’s how it always works between us, with no need to make the moment feel bigger than it was.

we also stopped to take a few photos, mostly because we felt like it and because afternoons like that deserve to be remembered. nothing dramatic, just Schumann’s Soobin and Kheraeld’s Lia spending a calm afternoon together, letting time pass quietly and enjoying the walk for what it was 🌆🧋
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