Forwarded from 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂: 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝟒𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚.
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❈ •• Full of snow, cold atmosphere that makes you shiver in an instant, but full of warmth because there are beautiful memories that beat the cold of winter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Season of Memories”
ㅤ⚵.. July 29, 2025 — July 31, 2025,
ㅤAfrodis Estrella has been established
ㅤ4 years, celebrating the 4th anniversary;
ㅤvarious Giveaways are held (Animated
ㅤBorder & Stars).
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❈ •• Full of snow, cold atmosphere that makes you shiver in an instant, but full of warmth because there are beautiful memories that beat the cold of winter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Season of Memories”
ㅤㅤㅤ Surprises in a season full of memories
ㅤ⚵.. July 29, 2025 — July 31, 2025,
ㅤAfrodis Estrella has been established
ㅤ4 years, celebrating the 4th anniversary;
ㅤvarious Giveaways are held (Animated
ㅤBorder & Stars).
⚘ /.. 400 Stars for 4 people (gift telegram)
⚘ /.. 1 Animated Border.
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Forwarded from House Of Luthien: Wonders Lie Beyond.
An ordinary afternoon, quiet and golden, stretched out before us. The sun filtered through the trees, painting soft shadows on the pavement, and the breeze moved gently between buildings and branches. We walked without urgency—pausing here and there to look up at the sky, to admire the way the light hit the street, or to share something sweet between us.
There was laughter, but not too loud—just enough to ripple through the moment. Strawberries on sticks, sunlight on skin, and the long, open path ahead. The city seemed to slow down with us, offering its stillness without asking anything in return.
We didn’t need to fill the silence. The company was enough. Just the three of us. Luthien’s Sungho, Altefiore’s Ian, and Kheraeld’s Myungjae. moving through the afternoon as if the world had briefly opened a quiet space just for us
There was laughter, but not too loud—just enough to ripple through the moment. Strawberries on sticks, sunlight on skin, and the long, open path ahead. The city seemed to slow down with us, offering its stillness without asking anything in return.
We didn’t need to fill the silence. The company was enough. Just the three of us. Luthien’s Sungho, Altefiore’s Ian, and Kheraeld’s Myungjae. moving through the afternoon as if the world had briefly opened a quiet space just for us
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Whispers of Autumn : .............
A Season Written For You / 🍁
In the golden hush of the turning year,
when the trees shed their brilliance like
whispered promises and the wind &—
carries the scent of earth, ember, and
memory, we gather—not merely for
warmth or wonder, but for something
FAR MORE TENDER.
This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.
ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set. ❀
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
beneath canopies
of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS IS FOR THE BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spoken or unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ ㅤoffered.
ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊. For you, Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Whispers of Autumn : .............
A Season Written For You / 🍁
In the golden hush of the turning year,
when the trees shed their brilliance like
whispered promises and the wind &—
carries the scent of earth, ember, and
memory, we gather—not merely for
warmth or wonder, but for something
FAR MORE TENDER.
This is a season spun from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤamber light and fleeting beauty, a
time when the world itself seems to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpause, to exhale, to soften.
ㅤㅤㅤAutumn, in all its wistful glory, is not
ㅤㅤㅤsimply a backdrop but it is the very
ㅤㅤㅤlanguage of longing, of remembrance,
ㅤㅤㅤof love that lingers gently, and like the
ㅤㅤㅤlast rays of a sun reluctant to set. ❀
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐,
beneath canopies
of russet and gold,
ㅤㅤㅤwith hands wrappedㅤㅤㅤaround cups
ㅤㅤㅤof spiced comfortㅤㅤㅤand hearts inked
ㅤㅤㅤwith quiet affection,ㅤㅤㅤwe welcome you
ㅤㅤㅤto an eveningㅤㅤㅤcrafted not of spectacle,
ㅤㅤㅤbut ㅤㅤㅤof ㅤㅤㅤsentiment.
A celebration not of grand declarations, but of quiet dedications—the kind that live in the margins of letters, the breath between words, the pauses in a handwritten line. THIS IS FOR THE BELOVED,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spoken or unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
𝒊. For the one whose name still
ㅤㅤㅤㅤechoes in the rustle of leaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊.ㅤㅤFor the one to whom every
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpage, every pour, every pause
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤisㅤㅤ ㅤ quietlyㅤㅤ ㅤoffered.
ㅤㅤ𝒊𝒊𝒊. For you, Delaves.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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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 @Eirlst, @TheLamercy, @MontgoIfier, @Leutwin, @Clovervelvet, @TheDelaire, @HouseofDiaz, @KosticDrift, @OFCGHOST, @BABBYMONSTER, @TheMystea, @MansionOfNightvale 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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Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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AUGUST OF 1ST, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @Eirlst, @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @TheLamercy, @MontgoIfier, @TheDelaire, @babbymonster, @KosticDrift, @Houseofdiaz, @Caltbern, @OFCGHOST, @Kwangerines, @Aeternaals, @TheMystea & @Hurlstone. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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AUGUST OF 1ST, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @Eirlst, @Leutwin, @Kheraeld, @TheLamercy, @MontgoIfier, @TheDelaire, @babbymonster, @KosticDrift, @Houseofdiaz, @Caltbern, @OFCGHOST, @Kwangerines, @Aeternaals, @TheMystea & @Hurlstone. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
Forwarded from The greatest of Irenaeus Bindle
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ㅤNEW DECLARATION : REVERBERATION OF JOY
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Here unfolds a series of congratulatory symphony, when echoes of rapture reverberate through the cerebral thoughts of shared experience, scattering luminous pattern of cooperation like celebratory confetti across the vast of collective memory.
Let the boisterous greetings be flown by doves through the holy news box to, @Kheraeld, @TheDelaire, @VileEssences, @Rustlerr, @Caltbern, @MontgoIfier, @Aeternaals, @Delphinor, @ArcErishtle, @the18reasons, @The18Aims, @Eirlst, @CloverVelvet announcing this solemn celebration with delight enthusiasm and melodious passion.
The festive trumpets rise singing an anthem of unity that reverberates in the ears beyond all exultation moments, this celebration is not merely a remembrance but an everlasting proclamation of unity, each heartbeat is timed to a magnificent and melodious chorus of unrestrained joy and unity.
With our Heartfelt Honor and Peace,
Irenaeus Bindle.
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.. ❈ August. I／MMXXV ..>Here unfolds a series of congratulatory symphony, when echoes of rapture reverberate through the cerebral thoughts of shared experience, scattering luminous pattern of cooperation like celebratory confetti across the vast of collective memory.
Let the boisterous greetings be flown by doves through the holy news box to, @Kheraeld, @TheDelaire, @VileEssences, @Rustlerr, @Caltbern, @MontgoIfier, @Aeternaals, @Delphinor, @ArcErishtle, @the18reasons, @The18Aims, @Eirlst, @CloverVelvet announcing this solemn celebration with delight enthusiasm and melodious passion.
The festive trumpets rise singing an anthem of unity that reverberates in the ears beyond all exultation moments, this celebration is not merely a remembrance but an everlasting proclamation of unity, each heartbeat is timed to a magnificent and melodious chorus of unrestrained joy and unity.
With our Heartfelt Honor and Peace,
Irenaeus Bindle.