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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 @KasteelOfDuisterg, @HouseofVermillion, @ValkyriePiece, @RogueLorth, @EternityOfIgnis & @TorchOfPrimeaux 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 Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries.
ㅤㅤㅤI AFFIRM TOWARD, YOU. 🎃That One @DEWMOURNE: Outmaneuver formed an event who have place whereas on the house each and every mournies. We enjoy decreed that we are fly your seat, although as a few apprehension, abounding hold catechism during / a well known date starts / we resolve tightly still serenly. / 28 –· 31 OCTOBER / 👁🪽 this howbeit our extraordinary daytime circumstance desire establish, permeated amidst every note appertaining to party subsequent farcing our house: (TRICK OR MOURNE.)₊꒷︶꒷⊹
location every surface and turmoul of our home, come what may.. ＊ֻ💧👁⊹꒷︶ existent eternally ambience postponed. we feel, the indicated persist flawed, though imagine is deprived of. our, constantly appalled found in our on selves, in case our event, decisiveness source early.
ㅤㅤㅤDewmourne: Wait For Us. 👀🫀
Forwarded from Promise Season: “Carousal” The Dashing Heel.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
୭ . . 💬📁
Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
That’s kind of how fromis_9
feels to me. 𝝑𝝔୭ . . 💬📁
Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
I, {NAME}, deliver to you my designated secret identity as {MUSE}. I am seeking for a new place where I can seek a romantic disaster together and bring new amusement to the team.&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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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 @CaveOfLoughrey, @TheFerrovi, @TheWalst, @MlNDWAVE, @Sjords & @OldenVeil 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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Hi, eldies! kangen deh (asli real no fake fake) 😛❤️😊❤️
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Good night, Eldies. Merah adalah cinta. 🤘🏽
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𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙣𝙞𝙘 🍵🍀
the sun bathed the park in a soft golden glow as kheraeld's lia and dustborne's soobin enjoyed a quiet picnic beneath the trees. laughter echoed gently as lia arranged a few snacks with care, while soobin leaned back, his eyes tracing the clouds with a peaceful smile. he passed me a bottle of iced tea, teasing about how we couldn’t stop snacking, even though we swore we were full.
our conversation drifted easily, filled with light jokes, shared memories, and warm silences that felt just as comforting. when soobin shared a silly story from last week, i nearly choked from laughing too hard. as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of blush and gold, lia hummed softly and soobin picked at the grass, both lost in the calm. everything else faded, leaving just the stillness, the sky, and the quiet joy of being there
𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙣𝙞𝙘 🍵🍀
the sun bathed the park in a soft golden glow as kheraeld's lia and dustborne's soobin enjoyed a quiet picnic beneath the trees. laughter echoed gently as lia arranged a few snacks with care, while soobin leaned back, his eyes tracing the clouds with a peaceful smile. he passed me a bottle of iced tea, teasing about how we couldn’t stop snacking, even though we swore we were full.
our conversation drifted easily, filled with light jokes, shared memories, and warm silences that felt just as comforting. when soobin shared a silly story from last week, i nearly choked from laughing too hard. as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of blush and gold, lia hummed softly and soobin picked at the grass, both lost in the calm. everything else faded, leaving just the stillness, the sky, and the quiet joy of being there
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