awas tsunami

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                       SKJØNNHET-FAMILIE    
          (NORWAY'S VEILED COUNTRYSIDE)

Cradled in the serenity-steeped trygghetshus, where peace unfurled amid birch groves and leasowed stretches, and lingonberry cinders lay strewn beneath tempered light, attuned to the tacit harmonies held between hoary spruces. We linger, heralding the turning of unseen currents by unlatching the ancestral threshold, parting the way for kindred spirits to partake in the hearth-kindled motes that stir and endure within the soul’s cloistered sanctums.

❛❛ Den Elskede Parents Figure (1979–1994)
❛❛ Den Klokeste Uncle & Aunts (1990–1997)
❛❛ Den Modigste Oldest (1998–2002)
❛❛ Den Lykkeligste Middlest (2003–2006)
❛❛ Den Beskyttet Youngest (2007–2011)

Cascades entwined a thread of quietude, beckoning the brave-hearted to be taken into the village’s virent fold. I, (Name, Muse, & Line), surrendered to unveil that I embodied the limb long yearned for.

To reassemble, the sole ingress abides through the @SorguineBot.

Clustered within the taken-list haven, kin pined for the wanderer’s return. Beyond, fields whispered beneath itinerant airs, while timbered walls ensconced a soul-warming glow, an anchorage wrought by landbound constancy.ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(8th.)  :  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 @PUTlHABUABU, @HomeOfSwift, @LaSiegern, @GuildofDvornikov, @Hjerts, @Grimlace and @Kiiiverses 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

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(9th.)  :  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 @blissette, @SerenityOfEnami and @Melvnoir 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