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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 @OldenVeil, @Sjords, @MlNDWAVE, @TheWalst, @CaveOfLoughrey, 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 THE BOYZ VILLAGE.
“ They move with a quiet authority, a subtle shift in the air that precedes their arrival.. ”
as dusk descends
／ .. the city lights begintheir glittering descent: a transformation
begins. 🩻🪩
#STYLISH
[ The silk ties loosen, the starched collars give way to the soft embrace of well-worn cotton. ] ... 📰★─── A mind, sharp as a cut diamond, navigates the intricate dance of high society; each word a calculated move, each gesture a silent declaration of power. ⏧
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
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 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 @calsearth @TheGritner and @Paranovrmal, 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 Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from MONSTAESAN: Meant to be a Monsta.
[HFW] Warm greetings to everyone reading this! We’re organizing a special project for Taesan’s birthday on August 10, and we’d love to have your group join us! If your paguy, CC, or famguy has Taesan as a muse, you can send up to four representatives who can fully commit to contributing.
Please submit your confirmation in the following format:
to @monstaesanbot
Please submit your confirmation in the following format:
Hi, I’m (Name), (Username), representing (Paguy/CC/Famguy Name)to @monstaesanbot
Forwarded from Vivre en Beauté, Beaulieu.
𑣿 The heavenly symphony of beauty resonates through the rolling hills and verdant gardens of the serene estate for the dearest, Beaulieu. The symbolic familial love, filled with the urge to bask one another with endless joy of companion. The beauty of heaven.─── As the mansion’s doors open, a warm invitation echoes, seeking lost beauties to bask in the love they deserve. The angelic guardians of Beaulieu stand watch, their wings spread wide as their eyes careful selected what they sought:
‧ ₊ Mother figure (1980 - 1991)
‧ ₊ Oncs & Tatas (1992 - 1996)
‧ ₊ Children (1997 - 2005)
“
Bonjour, Beaulieu! I am {your muse name & line} + {your @}, here with the intention to share love through the tight famille bond with you. I come with a deep promise to unite with the famille that resides within these walls.”
. . . 📜 🖋️
The messenger, @LeBeaulieuBot, awaited responses. Send your greetings, and let the beautiful journey begin.