Forwarded from KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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──────── INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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──────── INCREMENTAL VOYAGE.
SOULS WHO LOST, ENTER BACK HOME.
It goes from the decayed wood of a tree. Softly grows from the heartwood, seeps through the cambium, and ceases underneath the ground. It was something named breath. It was breath that seeks every lung, it was blood that flows in every veins. It was the long-awaited chronicle of the lost—of those whose limbs have gone astray, of those whose mouths are sewn, of those whose bones are planted in the mud. “We are in dire need of those from 1990 until 2010 Beholders.” Cease all the dismay. Longing in the ribs has soared buoyant. Intertwine the flame that is buried deep before the root in this realm. Utter the omen through the mouth, although the throats are suffocated.
And the dawn splinters along with my arrival on the grove of @Kheraeld. The name is, [NAME], wherein disguised as [MUSE, LINE], it is sufficient to say that I am riveted to remain within the custody of Kheraeld. The bloods may intertwine because of the veins that overlap, hence the roots. Permit me, permit me to linger among you as I believe that we align well. Much obliged for the consideration. ( ... CLASPED SEATS.) 𖬺 (PROVISO OF HEREDITY.)
For all of the necessities regarding the recruitment, we are merely one root apart to assist through, @KheraeldBot Prevent the rot from occupying the mortal mind, for the bedlam and wrath shall no longer be around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤROOTED THE BLOOD, @KHERAELD.
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kalau mau lihat bintang gausah lihat langit, soalnya bintang nya ada disini
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Hello Sachis! Adek habis makan enak, dan ditraktir lho. Iri gak? Pasti iri. Makanya jadi adek 😌💘
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(20th.) : 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 @Berthouven, @LandofHathaway, @ReverieOfAmity, @Courthlace, @FamilieSchumann, and @Thependleton 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(20th.) : 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 @Berthouven, @LandofHathaway, @ReverieOfAmity, @Courthlace, @FamilieSchumann, and @Thependleton 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
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☀️ Daytime stadium diaries ☀️
Chyson’s Hanjin and Greesacht’s Jeemin didn’t just show up for a game today, they showed up for the experience. From the moment they stepped into the stadium, the energy was already buzzing—sunlight pouring down the seats, crowds waving flags, and the two of them screaming louder than the announcer itself.
They weren’t just best friends in that moment, they were partners in chaos: matching chants, silly inside jokes, and sharing snacks like it’s the most serious part of the game. Every cheer turned into laughter, every goal into a reason to yell each other’s names.
At the end of the day, it didn’t matter who scored or who won. What mattered was the fact that under the blazing sun, Hanjin and Jeemin had their own little victory—proof that the best games are always the ones you watch with your favorite person by your side! 🔥
Chyson’s Hanjin and Greesacht’s Jeemin didn’t just show up for a game today, they showed up for the experience. From the moment they stepped into the stadium, the energy was already buzzing—sunlight pouring down the seats, crowds waving flags, and the two of them screaming louder than the announcer itself.
They weren’t just best friends in that moment, they were partners in chaos: matching chants, silly inside jokes, and sharing snacks like it’s the most serious part of the game. Every cheer turned into laughter, every goal into a reason to yell each other’s names.
At the end of the day, it didn’t matter who scored or who won. What mattered was the fact that under the blazing sun, Hanjin and Jeemin had their own little victory—proof that the best games are always the ones you watch with your favorite person by your side! 🔥
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What do you think of our looks today, sachis? maaf kalau jadi makin ganteng
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