Forwarded from Golden Shores, Blues Of Goury.
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ㅤㅤ Blues Of Goury 𖦹 🍸
ㅤSearching for lost summer glory
In the expansive fabric of existence we are mere wanderers weaving our courses through the threads of fate. Similiar to a ship seeking its lost anchors, we too are in pursuit of new family members who will sail this voyage alongside us.
With an affectionate heart and a willing spirit, come and embrace the warmth of our kinship. Your wisdom and love will be treasured beyond measure. With dreams as vast as the horizon, we open our arms to you. Let the bond of kinship grow strong as we welcome you to our heartwarming fold! Come to our bot @GourysBot to register yourself to be part of us.
ㅤㅤ Blues Of Goury 𖦹 🍸
ㅤSearching for lost summer glory
In the expansive fabric of existence we are mere wanderers weaving our courses through the threads of fate. Similiar to a ship seeking its lost anchors, we too are in pursuit of new family members who will sail this voyage alongside us.
Here are prerequisites for joining in if you fit the lines range of:
1994 ㅡ 1999 For Aunty/Uncle
2000 ㅡ 2010 For Children
With an affectionate heart and a willing spirit, come and embrace the warmth of our kinship. Your wisdom and love will be treasured beyond measure. With dreams as vast as the horizon, we open our arms to you. Let the bond of kinship grow strong as we welcome you to our heartwarming fold! Come to our bot @GourysBot to register yourself to be part of us.
𓇻 The secret password:
Ready to embrace the lost summer glory, I eagerly register to become a part of Goury’s! Fueled by [name, muse, line] my soul takes flight to achieve membership in this illustrious family!This media is not supported in your browser
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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 @thesaltreign, @TeenBuds, and @SheIsMathilde 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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good morning, eldies! don't forget to wash your face 😶🌫🫧
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( 🩸 ) like paper dolls left in the rain, colors fading into silence this space turns on quiet bargains & passing hands.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
What entered through the cracked proscenium was not actor nor guest, but sorrow itself *your muse + line and your id* painted in wax and wound in strings. This is The Exhibit of Sorrows, where grief performs endlessly, and applause never fades. (@helloowithenbot)
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤShall 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 @Teezelt, and @TheWilkins for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤShall 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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good morning, eldies! please do confirm us if you're leaving from our channel at @kheraeldrobot. appreciate that, thanks much! <3
aaaand don't forget to isi tanggal mensive kalian di sini yaa. have a great day!
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Kheraeld: Echoes of the Roots.
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( ... Commemoration of the “1st.”)
Lost and Found: Confetti and Faltered Leaf.
Stain the section below with your remnants, a homecoming voyage where the sweet blows of the breeze remain. As long as the eaves still creak; as long as the…
( ... Commemoration of the “1st.”)
Lost and Found: Confetti and Faltered Leaf.
Stain the section below with your remnants, a homecoming voyage where the sweet blows of the breeze remain. As long as the eaves still creak; as long as the…
Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #YooA30thCherryFestivity
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ㅤ Save The Date: September, 17th.
ㅤ “YooA Cherry Festivity!”🎭 🍾
A grand festivity blooms beneath the peak of cherry blossoms, shimmering with joy that warms the heart. The night glows with laughter and radiant smiles, as if the moment was made to honor #YooA30thCherryFestivity. It is a birthday soirée where beauty and delight come together, creating an enchantment that feels everlasting.
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The celebration unfolds in
splendor with classic styling and
graceful touches. Ribbons and
beads sparkle like stars, turning
the hall into a palace of light.
Each step feels like a celestial
dream where wonder awaits. And
in this revelry of elegance
and grandeur, you are invited.
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ㅤ Save The Date: September, 17th.
ㅤ “YooA Cherry Festivity!”
A grand festivity blooms beneath the peak of cherry blossoms, shimmering with joy that warms the heart. The night glows with laughter and radiant smiles, as if the moment was made to honor #YooA30thCherryFestivity. It is a birthday soirée where beauty and delight come together, creating an enchantment that feels everlasting.
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The celebration unfolds in
splendor with classic styling and
graceful touches. Ribbons and
beads sparkle like stars, turning
the hall into a palace of light.
Each step feels like a celestial
dream where wonder awaits. And
in this revelry of elegance
and grandeur, you are invited.
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