Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ \
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE 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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ WHAT EXACTLY WHERE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LOOKING FOR? ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤ ( 198O - 1995 ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦
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 quietly—THIS IS NOT JUST A HOUSE, BUT THE GENTLE PULSE OF HOME.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ \
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE YOU’RE HOME.
ㅤ─────────────── ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ WHAT EXACTLY WHERE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LOOKING FOR? ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ( 198O - 1995 ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦
ㅤThe 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 quietly—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 BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯🌬 ⋯⋅ ┈•✦
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — 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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Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.
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 — LISTEN — FOLLOW
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — 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 dæmon 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 — LISTEN — FOLLOW
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Forwarded from Prodigious Corsair Kin: THE VANSENTS
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 🙄. We're going anywhere, with that "gembel outfit" when all someone in beach is dress well 💔, 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? 🌚
❤5🥰3🤩3🏆2🍓2🔥1👏1
Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #WeatherDiary
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა🪞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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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 @GraceOfVicky & @CampOfLachers, 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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