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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
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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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 @HouseOfEtherhail, @TheMorseviic, @TheDrysdale and @Rocheveil 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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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
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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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 @Sethlore, @TheAusteense, @TheHansley, @TheDoucheron, @Delmeist, @MertzlanFamilia, @Monarchyson, @SylvanOth, @TheWyrmharrow, @TheHalton, @TheDanvery and @rebeIian 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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𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
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𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
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Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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Forwarded from Prodigious Corsair Kin: THE VANSENTS
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(ⓘ───SWASHBUCKLER) Cruising in the Gulf of Guinea. ⍀
The sands were still home silent trees. The day was calm our lives at ease. We rattled no more than passing breeze as we sang with the ocean's frequencies. Time had passed and we rode the waves ventured far out lost. Suffering for freedom on the East coast, we dedicated to find our lost pirates.
We have arrived by to steal the spotlight as we opening the gate for new faces to tenant in our beloved house. If you're intrigued to anchors your soul, take a look at our 'taken list' and pay attention if your heart races for adventure and family and your spirit is stirred, we’re seeking:
♝ MOTHER & FATHER (1980–1994)
ㅤStands as a pillar of strength and love.
ㅤShow up, even when the world doesn’t.
♝ UNCLE & AUNT (1995–1999)
ㅤBring wisdom with a touch of fun.
ㅤOffers warmth, stories, and sweet
ㅤadvice.
♝ SISTER & BROTHER (2000–2011)
ㅤA best friend wrapped in family.
ㅤLeads with quiet courage and care.
Consider to tap this link for those who interested in becoming part of: VANSENT FAMILY
The New Wave is who we are. A family created by fire, loyalty, and decision rather than blood. Would you dare dock with us?
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(ⓘ───SWASHBUCKLER) Cruising in the Gulf of Guinea. ⍀
The sands were still home silent trees. The day was calm our lives at ease. We rattled no more than passing breeze as we sang with the ocean's frequencies. Time had passed and we rode the waves ventured far out lost. Suffering for freedom on the East coast, we dedicated to find our lost pirates.
We have arrived by to steal the spotlight as we opening the gate for new faces to tenant in our beloved house. If you're intrigued to anchors your soul, take a look at our 'taken list' and pay attention if your heart races for adventure and family and your spirit is stirred, we’re seeking:
♝ MOTHER & FATHER (1980–1994)
ㅤStands as a pillar of strength and love.
ㅤShow up, even when the world doesn’t.
♝ UNCLE & AUNT (1995–1999)
ㅤBring wisdom with a touch of fun.
ㅤOffers warmth, stories, and sweet
ㅤadvice.
♝ SISTER & BROTHER (2000–2011)
ㅤA best friend wrapped in family.
ㅤLeads with quiet courage and care.
Consider to tap this link for those who interested in becoming part of: VANSENT FAMILY
The New Wave is who we are. A family created by fire, loyalty, and decision rather than blood. Would you dare dock with us?
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Forwarded from Casa De Diaz "Legacy In The Dark"
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✶ @CasaDeDiaz: SERENE IN HIS
EYES GLANCED HERE &. THERE
LIKE A (SECRET—AGENT.)
And, the earth shifted in quiet shuddering,
unseen by ordinary eyes. Subordinate of
boreal—stars wore human facade, twine
through shadows. Grey knew the phase
was no associate. The whole lot gasp,
the stripe between chasseur and hunted.
As carriage through a pace door, bleached
lights casting silver on all parts his lenses,
and, felt the weight of it all.
PREEMINENT BUSTER: 1980-1994.
They guard earth from cosmic threats.
CHAPERONE BUSTER: 1995-1999.
Undercover mission, danger lurks at night.
.. And, let's join us and join our newspaper to cooperate in secret missions. but make sure to look at the identity card TAKEN LIST before following, creatures @DiazHousebot.
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✶ @CasaDeDiaz: SERENE IN HIS
EYES GLANCED HERE &. THERE
LIKE A (SECRET—AGENT.)
And, the earth shifted in quiet shuddering,
unseen by ordinary eyes. Subordinate of
boreal—stars wore human facade, twine
through shadows. Grey knew the phase
was no associate. The whole lot gasp,
the stripe between chasseur and hunted.
As carriage through a pace door, bleached
lights casting silver on all parts his lenses,
and, felt the weight of it all.
PREEMINENT BUSTER: 1980-1994.
They guard earth from cosmic threats.
CHAPERONE BUSTER: 1995-1999.
Undercover mission, danger lurks at night.
.. And, let's join us and join our newspaper to cooperate in secret missions. but make sure to look at the identity card TAKEN LIST before following, creatures @DiazHousebot.
Greetings, all! I am, (name + @username) warmly welcoming you, seeker of a new secret agent. i, (muse’s name + line.), am eager to join your covert missions, ready for every secret, every task. Together, let’s dive into the unknown—suit up, agent. The shadows await.
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COURTESY OF WINTER / ☃️♥
Hush & Paper—Stars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Kheraeld. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! ♡
Sealed with warmth,
Ce Lia.
COURTESY OF WINTER / ☃️♥
Hush & Paper—Stars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Kheraeld. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! ♡
Sealed with warmth,
Ce Lia.
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COURTESY OF WINTER / ☃️♥
Hush & Paper—Stars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Kheraeld. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! ♡
Sealed with warmth,
kang haerin.
COURTESY OF WINTER / ☃️♥
Hush & Paper—Stars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Kheraeld. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! ♡
Sealed with warmth,
kang haerin.