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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(13th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @Edenearth, @YJFluence, @KatsOfCovet, @LegacyOfDustborne, @RebelResonance, @Dewmourne, @Thirensoles, @MaisonOfNethers and @HouseOfCarterez who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(13th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @Edenearth, @YJFluence, @KatsOfCovet, @LegacyOfDustborne, @RebelResonance, @Dewmourne, @Thirensoles, @MaisonOfNethers and @HouseOfCarterez who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
❤1
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Forwarded from MONROE: LA SYMPHONIE DE PARIS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 19:ㅤ🎭ㅤTHE FOREMOST ARCHWAY ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ OF Maison De ℳℴ𝓃𝓇ℴℯ.
✥---------------✥---------------✥
Lo, the perron lies apert, désenchaïné from its lock. Welcoming new kindreds shall be interlaced within the loom of temps. Étincelant in lumiere celeste, the hinges creak a hushed susurrus, carrying whispers from cles long effaced.
This long corridor is a limen where abiding is chaperoned lingers in unuttered couplet. The velvet curtains quivers, voices begin to ricochet, weaving each verse of soubrette deep laï the marrow, is this not the aria of postérité entwined, searching for compagnons to build an eternal proscenium?
01. ARRAY OF LIGNÉES.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES PARENTS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe steadfast pillar from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1980—1992.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ TONTON ET TATIE,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRadiant keepers from the
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1993–1999.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES AÎNÉS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Firstborn, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2000–2003.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ L’ENFANT DU MILIEU,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Middle, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2004–2007.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES PLUS JEUNES,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Youngest, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2008–2010.ㅤㅤ
Prithee behold the tableau, compiled across the years, across the bonds, and across the cast of our parentèle dortoir (Taken List). Should you entreaty to enroll, you may conscribe your name upon the charter we have prepared, and let your presence join this immarcescible scene:
https://t.me/+zwIoE9PmfAJlN2E1
Transmit your missive to our cryptic hollow, @DeMonroeBot. Forcément each cantilena of your tessitura was once hearkened. May that prerogative not fester into unbidden loss. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 19:ㅤ🎭ㅤTHE FOREMOST ARCHWAY ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ OF Maison De ℳℴ𝓃𝓇ℴℯ.
✥---------------✥---------------✥
Lo, the perron lies apert, désenchaïné from its lock. Welcoming new kindreds shall be interlaced within the loom of temps. Étincelant in lumiere celeste, the hinges creak a hushed susurrus, carrying whispers from cles long effaced.
This long corridor is a limen where abiding is chaperoned lingers in unuttered couplet. The velvet curtains quivers, voices begin to ricochet, weaving each verse of soubrette deep laï the marrow, is this not the aria of postérité entwined, searching for compagnons to build an eternal proscenium?
01. ARRAY OF LIGNÉES.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES PARENTS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe steadfast pillar from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1980—1992.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ TONTON ET TATIE,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRadiant keepers from the
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1993–1999.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES AÎNÉS,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Firstborn, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2000–2003.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ L’ENFANT DU MILIEU,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Middle, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2004–2007.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣ LES PLUS JEUNES,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Youngest, kindled between
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2008–2010.ㅤㅤ
Prithee behold the tableau, compiled across the years, across the bonds, and across the cast of our parentèle dortoir (Taken List). Should you entreaty to enroll, you may conscribe your name upon the charter we have prepared, and let your presence join this immarcescible scene:
Transmit your missive to our cryptic hollow, @DeMonroeBot. Forcément each cantilena of your tessitura was once hearkened. May that prerogative not fester into unbidden loss. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from Land of Wander, IWANDERLAND.
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ㅤㅤㅤSelcouth Phantasm Smeared in
ㅤㅤㅤKoko's Picturesque Pageantry 𖤓
──────── ┅〄┅ ────────
ㅤㅤAureate gaiety saturates the
ㅤㅤavenues, as her finesse is
ㅤㅤaltered in dulcet kismet whilst
ㅤㅤshe remains poised through her
ㅤㅤrebellious bewitchery
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤSelcouth Phantasm Smeared in
ㅤㅤㅤKoko's Picturesque Pageantry 𖤓
──────── ┅〄┅ ────────
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFOURTEENTH OF NOVEMBER ㅤㅤAureate gaiety saturates the
ㅤㅤavenues, as her finesse is
ㅤㅤaltered in dulcet kismet whilst
ㅤㅤshe remains poised through her
ㅤㅤrebellious bewitchery
ㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from TWIENBON.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
୨୧.❤️
꒰ 𓈒 ﹒ bitty steps stretch playfully, set up his
little adventure to take another good ৎ ༝
bones * 𐂯 ۫ . between his squeaky teeth.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
୨୧.
when the paw print is
everywhere Jake would go⪩⪨ .. x3 #𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍𝙾𝚗𝙿𝚊𝚠𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕꒰ 𓈒 ﹒ bitty steps stretch playfully, set up his
little adventure to take another good ৎ ༝
bones * 𐂯 ۫ . between his squeaky teeth.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(14th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TeenBuds, @ectura, @TheAescendants, @RosierGateau and @Ningrounds
who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(14th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @TeenBuds, @ectura, @TheAescendants, @RosierGateau and @Ningrounds
who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
💘1
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