KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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(@Kheraelds.) π–¬Ί (@KheraeldBot.)
The root recites every musing about those who are welded by fluid blood. Maroon ink splatters, branches mutter, and yet we remainβ€”never wounded, for amiability prevails despite the ruins.

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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 @soeurland, @Iveriez, @HouseOfCassele, and @HouseOfEyre, for the commemorative fetes.

γ…€γ…€γ…€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 gatherβ€”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 mΓ©nage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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odyssey of connection,
luminous unity ✢ story shared,
whispered across galaxies

THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
TOMORROW BY TOGETHER
12th ALBUM #PromiseTOGETHER

Anβ€” ΰ₯«. echo
of dreams that α …
κ’· dare to shine among the
stars, π–₯” to searched
for each 𐀔 other
in the quiet vastness of the night

21π˜šπ˜›. π˜‘π˜œπ˜“π˜ . 2025
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πš‚πšŽπšŽπš— π™°πšœ π™Ύπš—πšŽ.
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pandang pertama lihat @CampOfLachers langsung suka 😱πŸ₯Ά
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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 @LandOfHathaway @ReverieOfAmity @EclipticaDivina @Berthouven @Samniont @Noctruum @Wythers, and @FamilieSchumann, for the commemorative fetes.
γ…€γ…€γ…€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 gatherβ€”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 mΓ©nage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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γ…€γ…€CAN MAKE YOU MORE
γ…€γ…€LIKE YOU’RE HOME.
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Tender embrace of family, we often face the challenge of losing our melodic essence amidst life’s symphony. Yet, when @HomeOfSwift opens the door to creative expression, it calls us to unveil our innermost sentiments and share our unique voices. We seek a diverse cast to bring this artistic vision to life. We invite participants born between:

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γ…€The melody [Muse] was crafted with the creative input of [Name], born in [Year of Birth], and associated with [@.USERNAME]. Their passion and dedication have been instrumental in shaping this musical piece.

Walls hold stories whispered in quiet moments with @SwiftMailsBot, and light hymns through windows like a warm invitation. Here, hearts find rest, and belonging blooms quietlyβ€”THIS IS NOT JUST A HOUSE, BUT THE GENTLE PULSE OF HOME.
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﴾ 🌬 ﴿ WHEN THE DUST STIRS
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHΓ†THER’


Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .

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π–₯” Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke β€” yet it glimmers defiant against the gathering dark.

The @LegacyOfDustborne murmurs through the veils — from spired cathedrals where Scholars taste forbidden knowledge, to frozen wastes where Witches dream beneath auroras that whisper old names. Come — stand among the Lumina, Weavers of the Fractured Tapestry. We summon those whose souls tremble at the touch of Dust, whose shadows walk beside dæmons yet unspoken.
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🌬 The Alethiometrist 1984-1998
🌬 The Choosen Successor 1999-2003
🌬 The Bridge Between Worlds 2004-2005
🌬 The Daemon Whisperer 2006-2009


Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.

I, (muse’s name and lineage), shaped by the alethiometer’s turning hands, carved my oath in the drift of falling Dust. Through severed portals, led by dΓ¦mon whispers and starlight’s hush, to bear the name of (your name & @ )


When the compass points true, bring your secret to @Dustbornebot. The doorway stands ajar.

✢ THE TRUTH LIES BEYOND THE WORLD WE KNOW ✢
WATCH THE DUST β€” LISTEN β€” FOLLOW
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Good afternoon! Vansent's Moka is hang out with her friend, Kheraeld's Sarang and Solvreith's Jiwoo. Yeah, we're choose to going on beach, Kheraeld's Sarang messed up to recommend any place, so, Solvreith's Jiwoo just pick the easy one, beach πŸ™„. We're going anywhere, with that "gembel outfit" when all someone in beach is dress well πŸ’”, it's their fault wksss they're make me DIZZY. Kheraeld's Sarang took beautiful pict on herself with me as the cameraman, and Solvreith's Jiwoo just ran to every side when we want to take a pict of her, so the pict so blurring 😌. We're make a little masterpiece with our sikil, and then, Kheraeld's Sarang take a lot of random pict there. Having fun with Kheraeld's Sarang and Solvreith's Jiwoo is SOOO FUNNY. Before we face the weekdays, they are make my day. How's you guys weekend without us? 🌚
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