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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 @TheFaite, @blissette, 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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THE GATE UNBARRED IN SILENT REVERIE, / ❄️ REVEALING THE SEPULCHRAL CORRIDORS OF THE MOONLIT DESCENT. ✶

Should a soul be enamoured with the sepulchral hush of snow and the sanctified murmur of hearth... Should spirit find rapture in kinship interlaced with reverie and repose... Step forth, kindred shade! ✉️

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Within the hush of perpetual frost did the threshold of the frost yawn in solemn majesty, lineage enwreathed in glacial covenant stood adorned in ancestral vow. Ordinances lay preserved in sanctum, writ upon crystalline tablets, guarded by concord unyielding.

❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2004)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2005 — 2007)

Beneath sigils endured remembrance, tolling in psalms through frost-lit cloisters and snowborne hearths. The taken roll lay enshrined within alcove, a ledger of souls bound in Mistlesoir covenant, whilst petitions lay entrusted unto chamber of selection. Ember of descent burned in silent chronicle, crystalline drift bore testament unto kinship everlasting.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲

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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 @HOONOLIC @AttireByKlein @DeBlancFamilie @TheEnverious @StringOfScarvaine @TheGeldart @DeCrowther, 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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