Forwarded from Fateful Bond: String of Scarvaine.
( FORTUNE : MET. ) 1990
AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.
ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine! (ON-SEEK FOR: FAMILIES)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….
∴ HEAD, AS IN PARENTS (1980–1995)
∴ HANDS, AS IN RELATED (1996–1998)
∴ NECK, AS IN OLDEST (1999-2002)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2003–2005)
∴ LEGS, AS IN YOUNGEST (2006–2009)
HEADLY, STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
YOU DELIGHT TO BE WITH US
@SCARVAINEBOT STRING YOU: COME.
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AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.
ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine! (ON-SEEK FOR: FAMILIES)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….
∴ HEAD, AS IN PARENTS (1980–1995)
∴ HANDS, AS IN RELATED (1996–1998)
∴ NECK, AS IN OLDEST (1999-2002)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2003–2005)
∴ LEGS, AS IN YOUNGEST (2006–2009)
Dearly, throughout our journey found us in stringed, it is may—or may not be bewitched to a fate amongst us. My name, (name) by sole in age of (linebirth) found ways toward a home: as faces of mine (muse) has powerful guide to Scarvaine’s territory.
HEADLY, STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
YOU DELIGHT TO BE WITH US
@SCARVAINEBOT STRING YOU: COME.
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Gorg in grey 🩶 but not denying the fact that the eldies are cooler than me! xD
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good night, eldies! tonight’s city lights flicker like gentle stars, painting the streets with quiet warmth. may your dreams carry the same calm glow, guiding you into a peaceful rest. sleep under the hush of the night, until morning brings us back to brighter days ✩₊˚ˑ
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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 @Solvreith, @TheScalden, and @TheRusteeze, 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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🌐 SYSTEM DECLARATION :
⌖ 9≣13 #SyntaxCodeYEONJUN ⛶
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nd fire carrying the weight of rythm and vision beyond measure ⸭ The digital horizon burns ₁ feeds converge ²⢜ voices ascend ⑆₃ and the age crowns its sovereign of style, its eternal It Boy.🌐 SYSTEM DECLARATION :
⌖ 9≣13 #SyntaxCodeYEONJUN ⛶
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console.log("digital sky reverberates, screens ignite, voices converge → HAIL YEONJUN, THE IT BOY SUPREME 💥");ㅤㅤ